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Feet of Clay (defined)

FEET OF CLAY – The phrase comes from the Old Testament (Dan.2:31-32). There the Hebrew captain Daniel interprets a dream for Nebuchadnezzar, founder of the new Babylonian Empire. Nebuchadnezzar had dreamed of a giant idol with golden head, silver arms and chest, brass thighs and body, and iron legs. Only the feet of this image, compounded of iron and potter’s clay, weren’t made wholly of metal. Daniel told Nebuchadnezzar that the clay feet of the…

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Alchemy

I sent a note to my fellow limo passengers and said, wow, we went from zero to sixty in no time, how did we do that? And the response was a resounding, you! I’ve been pensive lately about another common denominator – a dangerous liaison which has caused me to question myself, my motives, all thrown in with a little roughing myself up for choices I have made in the past and recently and wanting more…

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Grace and beauty

I slept in a little this morning, feeling like I needed it today – instead of the 5:30 wake up, I laid in bed through the bells chiming at 6 and finally got up at 6:15. When the dogs and I started around the bayou there was a blanket of grey cloud cover overhead and yet the tops of the houses were staged in this bright yellow light – it had the quality of an…

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Out of the mouth of babes

Yesterday when J was putting on his fleece pullover to leave, he looked at me and said, “Ocho, do you miss me when I’m not here?” And I said, oh boy do I. I said I think about you all the time and can’t wait for the day when it’s time to come get you. He said, “Sometimes I miss you so much I can’t breathe.” I’ve been told a lot of sweet things in my…

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Small town

Sunday morning, I walked over to S’s house and he made me a delicious breakfast of scrappel – don’t ask – but as we sat at the table eating I watched J in her new ska-noe motoring up and down the bayou. She couldn’t fit under the bridge because the water is too damn high so she just went back and forth between Dumaine and Harding. Then suddenly she had her dog Lucky in the…

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Monday Madness

Woke this morning to the truck suspended on top of two huge garbage cans – my attempt to take home L last night and forgetting I had put both cans right behind the truck. Thank God for Roy is all I have to say. He leveraged the tires with wood and shook his head and said, “I don’t want to know.” Meanwhile, my canoe was nearly capsized and had broken loose from its lock. I had…

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Fatmalicious + a limo + 10 fun people = One Helluva Birthday Party!

For Fatma’s birthday, she rented a limo and ten of us drove around in the pouring rain dancing to a CD mix I made for her composed of Turkish pop songs and Fatmalicious (Fergilicious) and Girls Just Want to Have Fatma (Fun) and drinking champagne and planning all our trips to Turkey. And we took about 400 pictures. Wow – girls just want to have fun – it’s true – of the course the men…

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