Woof🐾 This is Sirius Black, back!
Hi Good Lookin’!
Woof🐾 This is Sirius Black, back!
Hi Good Lookin’!
Colorful, mythical, fascinating, carved horses,
Zebras, dragons, and warrior’s shining armour!
The glossy paint, music, lights, n sighs-
Ride the carousel! Magic n wonder in all eyes!
I had to research how its made and find out everything I could about this wondrous machine. Hope you enjoy these much as I did! (Took a while finding the right ones!)
1. Very Informative and interesting video of how the hand-carved Carousels come together.
Behind the Scenes at Carousel Works – YouTube
2. Meet the owners here and find out how they began.
The Last Carousel Craftsmen – YouTube
3. Here is the time lapse/ final installation of a piece. You can go to 7 minutes into the video, if you want the carousel look showing through already😉
The Berkshire Carousel Assembly 2016 – YouTube
Soil: Leave me alone!
Man: I paid for you. And I must put you to work for me.
Soil: You have used and confused me enough with chemicals!
Man: I will farm one more year and then you are free.
Soil: Ok. That sounds reasonable enough.
Observer: Man and Soil work with each other for another year. Both outdo their efforts and leave no stone unturned!
Man returns the loan and puts his profits to a business after selling the land. Soil is happy to have done her best in giving.
Soil: Finally, I can rest. I’m so glad Man is keeping his promise. But where has he disappeared?
Observer: There’s a new owner, Mantwo, a poor old gardener who had worked for many people in the city. He had to struggle to save for several decades to buy this piece of land. All his lifes’ savings were gone and not much was left to build. He wanted to grow vegetables and fruits and make a dream garden of his own for which all his previous employers had offered plants from their homes on his retirement.
Soil got the rest she needed because Man was gone and though she’d missed working with Man, she had not missed his greed. Mantwo had come after a few months. Soil was scared!
Mantwo: He looked, poked, and dug around. He drew lines in the earth and danced and sang to himself with joy.
Soil remained silent and scared, but was amused with Mantwo’s antics. He seemed friendly but was strangely silent between dancing and singing. His lines became sure and deep and some areas were dug up. He softened the earth with his bare hands.
Soil: Welcome, Sir! Please be kind. I need a little more rest before I give you my best.
Mantwo: Sure, no problem, let me add some natural manure and compost to nourish you during your restful phase.
I can build my cottage in the meantime. And he did.
Soil: Thank you, she said, and liking his voice and hardworking nature agreed to give him one try before she gave up on her renewing abilities, only to crack open all her stressed out fault lines.
Mantwo: He built his sweet little house nice and strong. He put in more work than he took out. He used friendly techniques and materials for nourishing the fields.
Soil: Now very curious, was ready and waiting with a good vibes about this new gardener.
Mantwo: Can I begin now? I must build to feed myself, and grow beautiful flowers to make you the most beautiful garden in town!
Soil: Oooh! I like you already! But I’m so old and worn out … I dont know if i can give that much because … and told Mantwo her story.
Mantwo: Cried bucketfuls of tears into the earth and asked for forgiveness from “Mother Earth!”
Soil: She soaked it all in and swelled with pride. “This is a true Son of the Soil!” she exclaimed with joy.
Mantwo: He got every animal manure and made a plan for rotational farming. He made an elaborate plan for a balanced garden where plants and weeds could complement each others’ nutrients and protection instincts.
He watered every day, as he sang to the earth, seeds, sun, and trees. He made sculptures when she wanted rest. And made dancing fountains to express their joy, together, to share with visitors.
Observer: Next year saw mother earth blossom and swoon with joy. They came one by one, from far and wide, and then in throngs. Within three years, Mantwo had to set up a ticket booth to control influx of the crowds.
Soil: She giggled in the breeze like a happy little school girl.
Mantwo: He called ‘their’ garden, Mirth, My Earth!
Observer: No more scared, soil felt Sacred!
“Sometimes, things and people that look creepy, panic when you stop to take a closer look. It’s worth a try, anyway.” Thinkinkadia Lite😉
When I went in closer, it Panicked and faded away into the greens!
It danced to entertain me, matching its footwork to my song🎵, but when I picked up speed, the fly flew panicky into the blue!
(Story circulating on the web) Way to go Granny!!!
The Rambo Granny of Melbourne, Australia
Gun-toting granny Ava Estelle, 81, was so ticked-off when two thugs raped her 18-year-old granddaughter that she tracked the unsuspecting ex-cons down and shot off their testicles.
The old lady spent a week hunting those men down and, when she found them, she took revenge on them in her own special way,
said Melbourne police investigator Evan Delp.
Then she took a taxi to the nearest police station, laid the gun on the sergeant’s desk and told him as calm as could be: “Those bastards will never rape anybody again, by God.”
Cops say convicted rapist and robber Davis Furth, 33, lost both his penis and his testicles when outraged Ava opened fire with a 9-mm pistol in the hotel room where he and former prison cell mate Stanley Thomas, 29, were holed up.
The wrinkled avenger also blew Thomas’ testicles to kingdom come, but doctors managed to save his mangled penis, police said.
“The one guy, Thomas, didn’t lose his manhood, but the doctor I talked to said he won’t be using it the way he used to,” Detective Delp told reporters. “Both men are still in pretty bad shape, but I think they’re just happy to be alive after what they’ve been through.”
The Rambo Granny swung into action August 21 after her grand-daughter Debbie was carjacked and raped in broad daylight by two knife-wielding creeps in a section of town bordering on skid row. “When I saw the look on my Debbie’s face that night in the hospital,I decided I was going to go out and get those bastards myself because I figured the Law would go easy on them,” recalled the retired library worker. “And I wasn’t scared of them, either because I’ve got me a gun and I’ve been shooting all my life. And I wasn’t dumb enough to turn it in when the law changed about owning one.”
So, using a police artist’s sketch of the suspects and Debbie’s description of the sickos, tough-as-nails Ava spent seven days prowling the wino-infested neighborhood where the crime took place ’till she spotted the ill-fated rapists entering their flophouse hotel. “I knew it was them the minute I saw ’em, but I shot a picture of ’em anyway, and took it back to Debbie and she said sure as hell, it was them,” the oldster recalled.
“So I went back to that hotel and found their room and knocked on the door, and the minute the big one opened the door, I shot ’em right square between the legs, right where it would really hurt ’em most, you know.”
“Then I went in and shot the other one, as he backed up pleading to me to spare him. Then I went down to the police station and turned myself in.”
Now, baffled lawmen are trying to figure out exactly how to deal with the vigilante granny.
“What she did was wrong, and she broke the law, but it is difficult to throw an 81-year-old woman in prison,” Det. Delp said, “especially when 3 million people in the city want to nominate her for Mayor.”
My dog kept barking up a tree and led us to the sweetest Surprise !
I put on my best performance after a restful winter,
A lush green space spreads fast everywhere;
Evoking joy from people of all ages tender,
They regard less, consume my land, water rare.
P.S. Thank you dear readers for your interest and support. I will be gone for a week. Back on 25th to catch up with your creations for sure! A short family vacation😉
I am Pleased to inform you
That Man has used his intelligence
To distinguish humans in evolution, hence.
Now is ready to relinquish the title mute,
Sliding down the list to extinguish its repute.
The distinguishing quality from other species, you ask?
To make an utter fool of our own species,
Faking Nature: flowers, art, emotions.
And now even food
The reason, you ask?
Or, ill~ of it.
making it count,
more numbers of
with number on it,
made from pulp,
Raising champions VS. Buying Champions: What is the reason it became necessary?
L : Look for athletic talent in young kids.🌱
I: Import them into your own country.🌿
K: have them play for Cash, Kompetition sports.🌲
E : give them Employment benefits. 🎄
Reminds me of the old-fashioned 🐔cock-fighting!🐓 All for an exciting game and winning big money🤑
It looks glamorous, the sudden change, get a new family, nice clothes, money, etc. But what do you think happens to the child’s whole family and life thereafter? Uprooting from family, culture, and – the pressure to perform and fit in a new culture. What if it doesn’t work out? Can u return the product to the parent company?💸💰
Million Dollar Arm Official Trailer – YouTube
⚖ Does it do Justice to the simple athletic person who was a nature friendly, happy person, living a simple life, to be thrown into chasing money ?⚖
It’s funny how sometimes words can suggest to us a mood for the day. For us wordpressers, it’s the daily prompt once in a while. After reading the word conquer, I knew it’s a fun one and I was going to talk about a topic much in the news, but I had to drive back from my trip first. So I thought of the concept I would discuss, will be Mape, as in male rape.
As I was leaving, I just mentioned to my friend I wanted to do write-up on a role reversal, in the context of rape. A child right away asked, “You mean something like the Gulabi Gang?”
I was surprised at two things simultaneously: a child remembering it which meant I had discussed it ages ago with them and secondly, me not having an original idea and thus disappointed in the bargain.😉😄
Sure I was bummed out about my lack of originality, but then I thought of it as how so many of us are inter-connected in world; as in our stories, ideas, and experiences. But what matters is being strong enough to giving the credit to the source of origin and inspiration.
Rape of someone else’s body of words’ sans consent, to feel powerful in a display of creativity, would be as dis-respectful, as preying on a vulnerable body for your own fulfillment and dishonorable intentions, without permission.
On WordPress, whenever I find an article which has fed off another, I always check the date of publication and compliment the original writer! Such an awesome feature … Tells you right away what’s up🙃 or 🙂?
So today’s post is about giving the credit that is due, to the Gulabi (pink) Gang. Twenty-first century! It was time women had banded together to help each other conquer their fears in thought and action. Here’s a helpful link. As I read this, I am glad the word conquer came up today, for I have learned that GG is way-way bigger than I had known. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gulabi_Gang
At the end of the Wikipedia page, three movies and a book are listed:
1. 2010 movie Pink Saris by Kim Longinotto.
2. 2012 documentary Gulabi Gang by Nishtha Jain.
3. Bollywood film, Gulaab Gang, starring Madhuri Dixit and Juhi Chawla.
4. 2013 Book. “Pink Sari Revolution: A Tale of Women and Power in India.”
I stand taller and prouder to know that there are such leaders in society. Hats off to the Ladies who took initiative and Gentlemen who support them!
At my end, all I can say is about consequences for rape of word or person. “Mape can be the rape consequence given to a male rapist. Also, it can mean males who cannot suppress their animal instincts, and end up behaving like an ape.” The only rapist I have seen sat on a chair like a sick fragile man, doubled up, who had preyed on teens, choosing the weak ones.
A sick-out-of-control-suppressed-ape? Have you ever seen or known anyone like that? Maybe they craved respect and power from their childhood, and this was the only shortcut they found. Would a timely skill or job or even a loving hug have helped the boy recover his self-esteem? Demeaning experiences in a child’s life can have such scary consequences!
For the aspiring writer (read w-rapist), I believe not getting published or liked would be the biggest consequence. 🤔 Of Course, like any other words, mape or wrape doesn’t have to mean anything either.
P. S. I acknowledge your gracious 💐 visit to my blog even though I was away to meet a friend on this weekend. Catching up with you all soon! Thank you!!!❤️