Last night, we passed the 50,000,000 mark in views on the blog. I would never have imagined that this little blog (started in a beach house on a lark…Res Ipsa Hits 50,000,000
The past year had been a struggle for my 15+ year old yellow lab Daisy. This is one of the last pictures I snapped of her in a favorite spot. One of the toughest times for us was the barks in the middle of the night, usually 2am. I would take Daisy out, walk around to her favorite place in the yard and hope she would relieve herself or something, to help her feel better in that moment.
When we talked about these walks with our vet I said, “the middle of the night walks aren’t so bad on a clear night. I love gazing at the stars with her”. Our vet and my husband were speechless at my gratitude for those special moments with Daisy.
After a visit to the vet where Daisy was diagnosed with pneumonia, I was ready to make a most difficult but sympathetic decision to end Daisy’s struggle. To set her free of boundaries that kept her down. But, my husband and the vet thought with her fighting constitution she just might power through with treatment. I acquiesced.
A few days later, while we were out of town, Daisy chose her moment. Winter is hard, cold, a struggle. Daisy stayed strong through most of this one, but succumbed. She sent the message, “Goodbye for now. Thank you for this wonderful life. Thank you for caring “. It broke my heart not to be there with her. The vet FaceTimed with us, and we all prayed as she sent her spirit running off to heaven.
My father once said that dogs want to leave when they are near their time. They want to save their person the strife of letting go. Of holding on; too tightly. My childhood pet collie Gypsy did just that. She ran away, and a shop owner found her miles from home wandering the avenue. Dad an I jumped in the car, picked her up, and headed to the vet. His report was bad: kidney failure. Gypsy was 12, and it was her time. I guess looking back on Daisy’s life, if we gave Daisy anything, it was the choice when to leave us.
Now, when I see a star filled sky, I see my Daisy.
What day would you like to live over and over again? Would it be a joyful day? A day where you exhibited bravery, empathy, or was filled with love? Has this Repetition Day been lived by you YET? And, what would you do if you were stuck on replay of a day of frustration over and over again?
Today, Groundhog Day 2017, Puxatawney Phil was grabbed from his safe cubby on Gobbler’s Knob by the top-hatted gentlemen of the Inner Circle and chose the scroll reading 6 more weeks of winter – seeing his shadow per historical rules. The largest crowd of its 131 year history was present on the Knob for the historic event. The weekend will be filled with celebratory dances and events.
The 1993 movie “Groundhog Day”, starring Bill Murray and Andie Macdowell, unfolds on Gobbler’s Knob with the reluctant Phil played by Murray delivering a scant description of the Event. His day spirals downward as an incoming snow storm strands Phil the TV crew in Puxatawney for the night. Sonny and Cher’s “I Got You Babe” wakes Phil, and he soon realizes yesterday’s Groundhog Day is a do-over. Again, and again. After much frustration Phil resigns to the repeat day, and chooses to use his repeat chances of the Day to improve himself so he may win the affections of charming and beautiful Producer Rita, played by Andie Macdowell. The protagonist wins the girl by self-examination, and the Day’s repeat is over.
So…have you lived the day you would want to repeat? Or is today the for your self reflection, and each day forward your opportunity to shape the person you want to be?
Professor Turley you have made a direct hit to the battleship DNC. And, to all American politics for that matter. I spent 12 hours as a RNC representative at my polling place in Carversville PA, Bucks County, and an additional 4 as a county Vote Count Observer. What I saw from the 77% turnout was a sharp turn to the original ideas of our founding. Trump lost by only 50 votes, but the seed was planted for not so much change but RESTORATION.
For even the armchair political commentator, the results of this election were not surprising. The voters made two things clear from the outset of the election: they wanted a change from the establishment and they did not like Hillary Clinton. The Democratic leadership responded by engineering the selection of perhaps the greatest establishment figure in politics and someone with a record level of unpopularity with voters. On election day, voters followed through on every poll: they voted against Clinton and the establishment. Only the mainstream media and democratic insiders seemed bowled over by the news — shocked that the voters would reject their sage advice and lopsided coverage. Indeed, as someone who contributed to the coverage that night, I was shocked how shocked everyone was. It showed how entirely out of touch the core Democratic leadership (and media) has become. Now, that thick cloak of denial appears firmly in place
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This afternoon, Judge Rosemary Collyer issued a final ruling in United States House of Representatives v. Burwell, the challenge to unilateral actions taken by the Administration under the Affordable Care Act (ACA). Judge Collyer ruled in favor of the House of Representatives and found that the Administration violated the Constitution in committing billions of dollars […]
According to Merriam Webster, Erin go bragh means “Ireland forever,” but the original Irish phrase was “Erin go brách” (or “go bráth”) which translates literally as “Ireland till doomsday.” Given the fortitude of most of the Irish I know, the latter fits the comittment to which they give most things they love.
And, one of the things in my life I will love to doomsday is my Dad. An Irishman through and through. Born Anthony Daniel Meehan – 6/18/21 – he recited his birthday until the day he died. He may have been a wee bit confused about many a thing in his later days, although never to the extent of an Alzheimer patient, but, 6/18/21 rolled off his lips whenever the question of his date of birth was asked. The smile across his face while reciting this most important information was broader than the River Shannon is long.
Today is St. Patrick’s Day. This day we Irish celebrate Ireland’s Patron Saint, who taught the Irish of the trilogy using the 3-leafed Shamrock. Saint Patrick brought Christianity to Ireland during his second captivity in Ireland. Nowadays, we do recognize March 17th to be a holy day of obligation to Saint Patrick. But, mostly, contemporary culture spends the day celebrating the Irish, their food and song, and joviality. And the green – color of The Emerald Isle.
So, on this special Irish day, I remember my Dad. I remember what St. Patrick’s Day meant to him. It meant he relished his Irish heritage. It meant he’d dress up in shamrocks and green while he sang songs like “When Irish Eyes Are Smiling” and “Danny Boy”. It meant he joked around speaking in a brogue. It meant we heard stories of his beloved mother, who raised nine children during The Depression, a time with little or no social assistance. It meant we heard stories of his youth – stealing milk from the Dairy farm across from their home on Tiemann Avenue, the Bronx. It meant hearing the tale of his family living in a tent while his Dad – an Irish immigrant from Sligo, Ireland – built the home in which they went on to live. It meant we heard how his Dad was a carpenter that worked on the Empire State Building, and that he had a still in the basement. It meant we heard the stories of my Dad installing tile in Windows on the World in the World Trade Center. It meant we heard about Bosco, my Dad’s dog who was badly burned when my Grandmother spilled boiling water over him, and then the dog was put down. It meant that the tale of his St. Patrick’s Day dinner was whatever was available for his Mom to cook – like a rabbit in the pen, or a chicken in the yard.
St. Patrick’s Day meant a world of tales of my Dad’s life were spun and spun, while I listened so very intently so that I might be there in his remembrances to share every last minute with him.
Love you Dad.
Mandatory voting? So much for the rights of the individual, as well as personal accountability. Individual liberty, the foundation of our America, requires the exercise of free will. Democracy is based upon the personal responsibility of citizens to vote, and “get the government they deserve”. To achieve “a government for the people, by the people” the people must be moved by their desire to the selector of the people that make up their government. That inspiration of self-rule cannot be replaced by a command to vote from the government, otherwise the government is in charge of the people. The passion to engage in our government, although a necessary evil, is the target of our democracy. Free people fully engaged.
American exceptionalism is built from the bottom up – the empowered, engaged, free citizen. No where else on Earth is there such a gem.
What do you think?
Where were you, and what were you thinking today @9:26am? I was on the treadmill – literally and figuratively – and the moment was gleefully recognized by the hosts of a Saturday morning news show. Carpe diem! A once in a century moment, I felt privileged to been watching the moment unfold before me…and what was I going to use this moment for? Well, the Pi moment is a metaphor – for life. Here it is, the one and only life you’ll have. Live it. Stop and eat the pie!
Today is historical, or horological if you prefer. It is a day in which the mathematical representation π aligns with our clock sequence, that is 3/14.
But, this year marks the only time within a hundred years when the month / day / two digit year format can result in the ability to observe π day to its greatest precision
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A Great American Patriot
The Obama Administration previously filed its Motion to Dismiss in the challenge by the United States House of Representatives v. Burwell. As many of you know, I am lead counsel in the action. The Obama Administration is seeking to block the court from hearing the merits of our Complaint and below is our filing today in defense of the right of the House of Representatives to be heard in the federal court. The case is before Judge Rosemary M. Collyer of the United States District Court for the District of Columbia.
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November 17, 1734 – William Cosby, the tyrannical governor of the colony of New York, has John Peter Zenger, publisher of the New York Weekly Journal, arrested for seditious libel. Wenger has alone publicized Cosby’s avarice in order to inform the public of his arrogant ways. Zinger’s attorney Andrew Hamilton prevailed in court, stating to the jury that the printer’s only crime was publishing the truth! Attorney Andrew Hamilton was successful not only in protecting a printer from being harassed, but also in setting precedent for America’s freedom of the press.
“No nation ancient or modern has ever lost the livery of freely speaking, writing or publishing their sentiments, but forthwith lost their liberty in general and became slaves.” – published in Zenger’s New York Weekly Journal
Today: November 17, 2014 – Professor Jonathan Turley, the premiere Constitutional attorney of our time, has been hired as Lead Counsel to fight the unilateral, unconstitutional actions taken by the Obama Administration. Today, Professor Turley shall begin the fight to defend our Constitution, and preserve our tripartite government. God bless America! May our Constitution prevail!