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Jill. ☕️

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‘If you never put your mind in a box, you’re less likely to feel cornered by new ideas.’

A supposed-to-be retired seamstress for the band. I love cats, dogs, and kids, not necessarily all the time or in that order.

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Jill. ☕️

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College production of Anything Goes. I was Virtue, “the easy kind”.😂

A woman posing in costume with other cast members from a production of Anything Goes.

November 20, 2025 at 3:35 PM

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We have decided that she will be offered food and drink just like any other guest. She is very polite and easy to please.
My daughter says no more inside cats. It seems I’ve heard that before.🤔
The first pic is the night Bugs found us. The second is in my daughter’s room, about two weeks later.😂

Stray grey tabby kitty getting its first good meal in what appeared to be a long time.

An orange tabby cat napping on the bedside table with his grey tabby and solid black sisters sitting in the window above him.

November 19, 2025 at 11:07 PM

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Came out to clean the garage, and look what I found! Friendly , but very thin, so it seemed a meal was in order. I think she agreed.

A young cat, white with gray spots, licking its lips after finishing a long looked for meal.

A young female cat, white and grey, looking over her shoulder as if to ask if more food was coming for the empty bowl in front of her.

November 19, 2025 at 8:01 PM

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Per Jag, “You don’t need a new cover for the IPad, just toss it away, and I am much more entertaining than any book.”
Bugs in the background using the “I’m so deprived, just a ‘leetlte’ pet, please?” attitude.

I don’t think I will get much done today.

An orange tabby cat, lying next to a book he doesn’t want me to pick up, with his grey tabby sister curled up behind him in case I decide on pets instead of print!

November 16, 2025 at 6:16 PM

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The raised hands make the letters on the building quite appropriate for her.

A man and woman, standing in front of a microphone, grinning and raising their arms in apparent celebration. The text on the photo reads “Congratulations to Kim Davis… on having to pay back more than $360K in damages and legal fees.”

November 12, 2025 at 5:31 PM

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They went from college to conflict, came back and married.
They were parents, teachers, coaches (he Special Olympics, she Speech & Debate).
They produced recognized champions, ‘cause they were the unsung heroes who gave their best to get the best from others.
Thanks, Mom & Dad.
I love and miss you.

Photos of a man in Army Air Corps khaki uniform, and a woman in Navy dress blues, from WWII era.

November 11, 2025 at 5:48 PM

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@joenewberry.bsky.social, you may have another imposter?

A screen shot of a social media account.

November 7, 2025 at 7:58 PM

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Getting home and curling up with a good book and this sweet girl.

A grey tabby cat, asking with sleepy eyes why she’s getting pictures instead of pats.

November 6, 2025 at 5:07 AM

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Her oldest will be eligible to vote next year. Teach your children well!

A selfie of two women, daughter in green and mother in bright turquoise, smiling as they display their “I voted” stickers. The daughter is teaching her children civic responsibility, too.

November 4, 2025 at 8:31 PM

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Tastes great! Pizza cutter to the rescue!😂
I rarely use disposable dishes, but we do possess some, so the plumber can wait until tomorrow, my daughter can buy us dinner, and I am taking the night OFF, to cuddle with Snickers.

A black cat, woken from a nap, deciding which spell to cast on the foolish human who disturbed her.

October 26, 2025 at 5:57 PM

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This is how he handled his cousin a couple of years ago.

Teen grandson, with his younger female cousin thrown across his shoulders, not as a conqueror, but her savior from the three LARGE dogs who had just come in, both smiling for the camera. He is always lifting the younger ones up!

October 25, 2025 at 3:10 AM

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Ordinary people who want no kings, just duly elected leaders.
People who are willing to show up when Congress doesn’t to object to taxation without representation.
Actions dictated by the behavior of a wannabe dictator, taken on the only authority we recognize, the Constitution we will uphold.

A sign for the #NoKings protest that reads NO Kings, NO Tyrants, NO Dictators

October 18, 2025 at 8:06 PM

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Bugs can’t bug Jag enough to make him give up his nap on #Caturday, but she’s still gonna try.

A gray tabby curls up next to her ginger tabby brother for a nap, since he refuses to wake up and play with her.

October 18, 2025 at 2:18 PM

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Dad used to recite poetry to us, from memory, all the time. Two of my favorites were Rudyard Kipling’s If (circa 1895), and Myra Brooks Welch’s Touch of the Master’s Hand.
We can learn to love ourselves, and it really is worth the effort.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Twas battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.
“What am I bid, good people”, he cried,
“Who starts the bidding for me?”
“One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?”
“Two dollars, who makes it three?”
“Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,”

But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as caroling angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said “What now am I bid for this old violin?”
As he held it aloft with its’ bow.
“One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?”
“Two thousand, Who makes it three?”
“Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone”, said he.

The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
“We just don’t understand.”
“What changed its’ worth?”
Swift came the reply.
“The Touch of the Masters Hand.”

And many a man with life out of tune
All battered with bourbon and gin
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.

But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Master’s Hand.”

~Myra Brooks Welch

October 17, 2025 at 12:24 AM

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Getting a good luck kiss before heading off to battle. Bugs says go make good trouble.

Woman in kitty costume getting loved on by her gray tabby kitty.

October 13, 2025 at 6:55 PM

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This one has been bringing a smile to my face for over 40 years.

A mother and toddler son, in blue jeans and matching blue sweaters, laughing at the camera as they ride a merry-go-round, with the mom holding the child into the air.

October 12, 2025 at 5:44 AM

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A panoramic view of McCaig’s Tower, aka the Folly, in Oban, Argyll on the Scottish coast.
A perfect day, a memory to go back to when things get too crazy in today’s world.