Coronatoons

August 13, 2020


Never try to outsmart a woman unless you are one

August 13, 2020


Happy Middle Child Day

August 12, 2020

Yes, it’s a real thing.


Wednesday weirdness

August 12, 2020


Cardboard fan in stable condition after being hit by foul ball

August 11, 2020

From The Onion.

BOSTON—Assuring Red Sox Nation that the cutout would make a full recovery, General Manager Brian O’Halloran told reporters Friday that a cardboard fan was in stable condition after being hit by a foul ball.

“We were all horrified by the accident, but thankfully the fan will come away from this incident with just a few dents and crumples,” said O’Halloran, who commended paramedics for rushing to the scene and taping the cutout’s head back on before it was too late.

“The safety of our fans is our top priority. We’re lucky that the cardboard man is okay after that close call. Rest assured, we’re giving him season tickets for life.”

In a related report, a Nationals–Orioles game was suspended after a cardboard fan succumbed to a thunderstorm.


Dog days of summer

August 11, 2020


Monday chuckles

August 10, 2020


Senior moments

August 10, 2020


Happy National Book Lovers Day

August 9, 2020


Sunday musical offering

August 9, 2020

When memory fades and recognition falters,
When eyes we love grow dim, and minds, confused,
Speak to our souls of love that never alters;
Speak to our hearts by pain and fear abused.
O God of life and healing peace, empower us
With patient courage, by Your graced infused.

As frailness grows, and youthful strengths diminish
In weary arms, which worked their earnest fill,
Your aging servants labor now to finish
Their earthly tasks, as fits Your mystery’s will.
We grieve their waning, yet rejoice, believing
Your arms, unwearied, shall uphold us still.

Within Your Spirit, goodness lives unfading;
The past and future mingle into one.
All joys remain, unshadowed light pervading,
No valued deed will ever be undone.
Your mind enfolds all finite acts and offerings.
Held in Your heart, our deathless life is won.

When memory fades and recognition falters,
Your arms, unwearied, shall uphold us still.


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