Noteworthy entries.
I've heard the expression that hail was "as big as a golfball" but I had never before seen hail that big. Until yesterday. Here are a few photos and a short video from my front porch. That's my hand holding 3 large hail balls (is that what you call them?) and the yard was littered with hail.
The car parked under the tree sustained a dozen large dents during the 10 minute barrage of hail.
There are many reasons why I wouldn't recommend proposing to someone at center court during halftime at a basketball game. Here's one of those reasons:
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What a line: "The young man will probably get over it in ten or twelve years or so."
And here's another reminder that marriages are no laughing matter.
I stopped wearing cosmetics a few months ago, after about half a year of using the stuff only sparingly. I started weaning myself off makeup because I had come to hate the hassle of applying it, and because I hated fretting about my appearance. I was also beginning to think of makeup as old-fashioned, an antiquated 'modesty' that inspires shame in one's true appearance. The longer I go without a cosmetic product on my face, the more I believe that makeup needs to go the way of the girdle. The restrictive, uncomfortable, needless, obsolete girdle. How many undergarments are you wearing right now? I'm guessing two at most. Likewise, I only wear two small undergarments below my clothes, even on the most formal occasions. Interview? Presentation? Class? Wedding? A bra and underwear are always adequate. Since I've never had to wear more than two undergarments, I find it staggering that women used to wear massive bras, high-waisted underwear, girdles, pantyhose or stockings, garter belts, slips, and camisoles. I often wear less than that as a full outfit. Anyone who knows me in real life can confirm that I regularly step out in leggings and a t-shirt (plus two small undergarments beneath). I don't say this to titilate, just to illustrate, because I suspect my bare-bones attire is quickly becoming the norm. I've spent a lot of time on college campuses- big and small, public and private, Jesuit and blessedly godless. Everywhere I've seen legions of women and girls decked out in equal or greater states of undress than my own. Gone are the girdles. [More . . . ]
At a recent Paul Simon Concert, a woman named Rayna Ford called out that she learned to play guitar with the song Paul Simon was about to play, "Duncan." And then Paul Simon invites her to come on up. This is quite a feel-good moment. I'm glad someone took a video of it.
The last living combat veteran from World War I died today at the age of 110.