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May 3, 2014

Butterfly Wings

Throughout the ages men have looked at the accomplishments of artists and marveled at their creativity and their use of materials to produce objects of great beauty and complexity. But we are created in the image of God and are simply reflecting His divine nature. Nothing we can do achieves the level of beauty and complexity as revealed in His Creation.

Butterflies are produced by a process in which a caterpillar encases itself in a sack, digests itself and uses it's DNA to reassemble its proteins to produce a completely different creature. It would be like stuffing a wart hog into an acid filled bathtub and three months later out pops Sophia Loren. With wings.

That in itself is pretty amazing, but lets look at the wings and see what makes them so pretty...







H/T iOTW

May 2, 2014

Grab A Hanky

It's been busy. I am scheduled for my other knee replacement in less than six weeks; had to get a new computer when the old one died (only 3 years old!); a root canal and medical probes for just about everything above my knees (one is a colonoscopy and endoscopy at the same time - I'll be a rotisserie chicken); our daughter finally returned from selection (she passed the process but she didn't get selected - we also found out that she was actually competing against SF soldiers for "operator" status for Lord knows what or where); my oldest daughter's recent wedding anniversary (nineteen years God Bless 'em), my wedding anniversary was yesterday - 32 years ... And we still got a whole bunch of birthdays coming up in the next three weeks and the shopping process for having our bathroom remodeled.

I need something to get me out of the now. Now is a pita, now is stress and IT projects and meetings and $1.5 million in new contracts to monitor and I'm limping again.

I found it.
Teenager takes his great-grandmother to prom

Delores Dennison never went to her high school prom.

Times were tough. Money was scarce -- just enough for the necessities.

But if she had gone to the prom, Delores might have imagined wearing a lovely dress and promenading through a sea of balloons and dancing with a handsome young man on a crisp April evening. She might have imagined the band playing the Frank Sinatra song, “How I love the kisses of Delores.”

But the days of promenades have long passed for Delores, now 89-years-old. Youth and vigor have given way to heart trouble and a stroke. And the handsome young man who became the love of her life – the man who used to sing to her that Frank Sinatra song, passed away many years ago.

But the days of promenades have long passed for Delores, now 89-years-old. Youth and vigor have given way to heart trouble and a stroke. And the handsome young man who became the love of her life – the man who used to sing to her that Frank Sinatra song, passed away many years ago.
The rest of the story here.


H/T to iOTW