Tuesday, January 20, 2009

The Next Four Years

February 5, 2017

Time for some levity...

Click to enlarge...her facial expressions are priceless. Hahahahahahahahahahahaha...

January 30, 2017

Something very fishy going on here...


January 25, 2017

When it comes to public safety, there is no place for politics...we want safe communities for everyone...I will be a President for everyone.

~President Donal Trump
speech to Homeland Security
January 25, 2017

January 19, 2017

November 11, 2016

Three days after the election and progress has already begun. I'm not here to educate anybody so Duckduckgo.com it for yourselves. ☺

Oh the pearl clutching. Oh the hand wringing. Oh the wailing and the tears. I have backed out of so many blogs in recent weeks without commenting. I took note. I frowned. I smiled. I decided not to go there

I thought that I would post my little comments  on the front page, but have since decided against it. My commentary may be perceived as contentious so I'll backpage it. No, I pay little attention to the cute little graphics concerning how I should behave post election. 
Good grief! 
The very nerve! 

So I am thrilled with the election. Thought it would be even bigger actually, but corruption runs deep and that is why you saw so much dismay on those journalists' media types' faces. They could not believe that the vote overwhelmed the plan/cheating/corruption. (A lot of Clinton supporters just don't want to hear all that she's been up to. You know, the nausea-inducing things we learned a week ago. Remember: Duckduckgo is your friend. And she won the popular vote? Go try to get some fool to believe that. Both houses were won  and she has the popular vote? I don't think so. And all those protestors? Democrats wonder why they lost? Here's a clue: We are sick of this kind of behavior. Sick of it. Enough is enough.) This win was God at work. It's not their loss; it's not our win; it's God.

I was in Trump's camp from about week two of his campaign. John was much more reserved. It took him another week. A week of not being on the same team was not pleasant. Finally, I said in total exasperation, "Listen, listen, listen to the man. Listen to what he is saying and he's the only one saying it and he sounds just like you."  Well not exactly just like John, but very close if John had been a more profane man.

A lot of people in my family had plenty to say about Trump's language. The same ones who have a pretty fair potty mouth of their own, but they were pointing fingers. I'd rather have someone who says it when he has a mouthful than some mamby-pamby pukey pc person.

So see? I really have been showing great restraint! I have dropped a hint or two, but restraint was the order of the day. I didn't feel that Trump needed my help as I had felt last time with that mealy Mitt. (What a huge disappointment he turned out to be.) Further, I didn't want to jinx the momentum. 

And I get royally annoyed by those who want to pussyfoot around and say how flawed and rotten Trump is. Really? Really?! He came along when this country needed him the most. The most. Does anyone really think he needed the job? Come on now! He risked his life, put his family on the line, spent his own money, worked like a dog, connected with the people, was not politically correct (thanks be to God because political correctness is killing us). He took a lot of hits; he gave a lot of hits; he knew that he was supposed to do this and he knew that he was the only one who could. I fully expect that with the help of God, he is going to right this ship. If not, the country is heading for the rocks and, as the United States goes, so goes the world.  I was not voting for Pastor in Chief. Definitely not. I remember Jimmy Carter all too well. Those years were rough ones and the past eight have been even more rough and have cost me a lot, including my husband. So, yes, I am feeling pretty passionate about this.  

Godspeed to President-elect Trump. He has my continued support; he has my attention; he has my ongoing prayers.

November 10, 2016

Sorry, I still feel like dancing...

September 1, 2016

To all the politicians, donors and special interests, hear these words from me today: there is only one core issue in the immigration debate and it is this: the well-being of the American people. Nothing even comes a close second. ~ Donald Trump 

in Phoenix, Arizona on August 31, 2016

May 5, 2016

As more folks find this place, I thought it would be interesting to share a post from 2010 that illustrates my evolution from being on the front page to now when I keep things on a back page. I do this so no one feels compelled to comment. (Comments are not allowed here.) We have been through (and still are in) a period of time when many are quite certain that punishment has been doled out to those who speak up in a political way.

I am, by nature, a political gal. I enjoy the discussion and I like to keep up with what goes on. If we visited in person, you'd know that quite quickly. So"Let's Get Political" is my way of not being too forceful on the average reader. For some crazy reason, I have attracted a lot of liberal leaning readers whom I love, but with whom I do not agree. Consider this page my attempt to be true to who I am.

May 4, 2016

My! I have been showing great restraint. ☺
*A Thoughtful Discussion between Huckabee and Hannity* on the state of affairs after Indiana. My sentiments nearly exactly expressed clearly in nine brief minutes.

May 3, 2015

On Baltimore

November 1, 2014

Blog: Kaci Hickox: Ebola's Sandra Fluke

May 9, 2014

Tom Cotton Discusses Benghazi

October 17, 2013

Letter to National Park Service from Congressman Trey Gowdy of South Carolina

August 16, 2013

More Mayberry and Less Fallujah video

May 15, 2013

Really? Trespassers at Boston's Water Supply? Seven? From Pakistan, Saudi Arabia, and Singapore? After midnight?  What could possibly go wrong?!

May 11, 2013

The Benghazi Lie by Mark Steyn

March 18, 2013

Fascinating Classroom Experiment

February 28, 2013

Thank you, Mr. Woodward: Woodward is Warned


November 10, 2012

We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth... For my part, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst; and to provide for it.~Patrick Henry

So you have found IT again. Yes, this is the repository for my thoughts through the coming four years: 2013–2017. My thoughts will be placed here in this one post with a date. The ticker of the national debt will continue to fire off at the bottom. Newer posts will be at the top. If you want to comment about anything you see here, feel free to email me as comments here are closed.

Often, one can settle down after an election when realizing that, while things may not be to one's liking, everything will level out. Not this time. This time there has been a decided shift and if you are a reader of persons, you know this well. You, too, can hear and see it in "the tone." Be wary, pay close attention, and stay well.

National Debt Ticker

Monday, January 19, 2009

I Have a Dream

A decade ago, I was teaching at a small community college. One of the courses I taught was the dreaded public speaking course. I believe that it is still true that the number one fear of Americans today is having to speak before an audience. This means that death would be preferable. ;>

A few weeks into the course, I would ask my students to select a favorite speech and simply read it to the class. Inevitably, a student would select Martin Luther King's "I Have a Dream" speech first delivered in August of 1963 at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, DC. The power of words! One can not read or hear this speech, even today, and not feel a tingle go up the spine.

Even though we've come a long way since then, we have yet further to go. Tomorrow, President-elect Obama will become our 44th President. It will be a day to remember. I think that Martin Luther King, Jr. would be pleased.

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!


Sunday, January 18, 2009

The Perfect Gift

To one there is given through the Spirit the message of wisdom, to another the message of knowledge by means of the same Spirit, to another faith by the same Spirit, to another gifts of healing by that one Spirit, to another miraculous powers, to another prophecy, to another distinguishing between spirits, to another speaking in different kinds of tongues and to still another the interpretation of tongues. All these are the work of one and the same Spirit, and he gives them to each one, just as he determines. – 1 Corinthians 12:8-11

My grandsons celebrate a birthday together just a few weeks after Christmas. This has been a challenge for all three years of my search for the "perfect" gift so soon on Christmas's heels. Our family will celebrate their birthday party today. They are three and two. I am eager to watch them open their gifts and to enjoy some fellowship over cake and ice cream. (You should see how my eyes have brightened at the thought.)

What does one give to grandsons who have everything? Truly, these children are so blessed to be in a family (on both sides) who believe them to be the most brilliant, handsome, funny, charming children ever born...well, since last a child was in the family (quite some time ago on both sides hence the outpouring).

This is what I purchased among other things...

Yes, a train shaped muffin tin with each muffin a different car on the train. The gift that will keep on giving, I hope. And a gift that is unique. If anyone else thought of a train shaped muffin tin... grrrr...

You know, no one loves us more than our Heavenly Father. I imagine Him wanting so much to see us open His gifts and to use them. I have spent a lot of time thinking about what my gifts from Him are; I still don't know them all. But I'm counting on Him to fill me in just because I've asked. I can trust Him that, whatever it is, it will be perfect for me. You can trust Him just the same way. Of course, the greatest gift is Himself.

Enjoy your Sunday!

Saturday, January 17, 2009

My Neighbor's Roses

My Neighbor's Roses

The roses upon my neighbor's vine
Are owned by him, but they are also mine;
His was the cost, and his the labor, too,
But mine as well as his the joy, their loveliness to view.

They bloom for me, and are for me as fair
As for the man who gives them all his care.
Thus I am rich, because a good man grew
A rose-clad vine for all his neighbors' view.

I know from this that others plant for me,
And what they own, my joy may also be;
So why be selfish, when so much that's fine
Is grown for you, upon your neighbor's vine?

~Abraham Gruber

This little poem comes from this book discovered by John at the local flea market for a pittance. The book is loaded with wisdom and I've enjoyed every page.

I find My Neighbor's Roses so meaningful because it very nearly perfectly explains how I feel about so many blogs...each one a life shared. I don't own the beautiful homes nor the rooms that fill them; no, nor the treasures that fill the rooms, but they are still somehow mine because they have been shared. Makes me feel like sharing, too.

Can you believe that another week has passed and that the weekend is here? Enjoy this day and your weekend...

Friday, January 16, 2009

Valentine Mobile

This delightful craft was discovered at Lorrie's Fabric, Paper, Thread. She presented excellent instructions in such a way that even I was able to believe that I could do it!

Here's my effort...

You'll probably want to follow directions closely and use the thread that Lorrie suggests as my sheer ribbon does not allow much movement. Other than that, I am delighted with my little kissy mobile. Thanks so much, Lorrie!

Hope that you'll all go visit Lorrie and tell her that I sent you. She has a beeeeeaaauuuutiful blog!

Goodbye, Mr. President

Last night, President George W. Bush said his formal goodbye to the nation. It feels right for me to express a little of what I am feeling about this President for whom I have voted twice. I know that his approval ratings are very low. I'm in that 30–34 percent of Americans who approve (most of the time) of the President. He and his strong decisions have kept this country safe for the past seven years. John and I do not take that lightly. To me, President Bush is a tenderhearted man and a strong man of faith who has made some of the toughest decisions of recent history. I admire him. I respect him. He has been in my prayers for nearly the past decade and he will be in my prayers for a lifetime. God bless you, Mr. President. I thank you and your family for your service to our country. Job well done.

(As I have learned not to trust comments on political issues, comments on this post have been turned off. Any political comments on any other post will be removed. Thank you for understanding.)

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Five Things Tag

Carol of Charli and Me recently tagged me for the Five Things Tag.

Here are the rules:

* Answer the following questions
1. Name five things in your purse
2. Name five things in your workroom
3. Name five things you've always wanted to do
4. Name five things you're "into"
5. Why aren't there five questions? Okay, I'm making up my own. Name five places you've always wanted to visit.

* Tag five other bloggers and let them know that they've been tagged.

1. Name five things in your purse:

-a wallet with no bills just coins
-a video...It's a Wonderful Life (Picture taken Sunday morning; Video watched Sunday evening.)

2. Name five things in your work room:

-a sewing machine
-iron and ironing board
-a cutting table
-an armoire

3. Name five things you have always want to do:

-teach an adult ed class
-take a course in genealogy
-learn how to make a quilt
-write a book

4. Name five things you're into:

-learning more about the Lord and my life in Him
-creating home

5. Name five places you've always wanted to visit:

-Great Britain
-British Columbia is now on my list (or will be once the flooding is gone)

There! Now you know all the truly important things about me. ;>

I am not tagging anyone because you're all invited to play! Just let me know so I can read yours, too. Enjoy your Thursday!

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Writing on Photos Using Paint—Photo Tutorial

The photos should speak for themselves...if not, email me. You can also click on each picture to enlarge and to read the directions as each one is named according to the step. Best wishes!


The Paint Program is found via the computer's START button... ETA: Judy has reminded me that if Paint has not been placed as a shortcut that you will find the program under "Accesories."

Once the eyedropper has been selected, one can select color either from within the photo itself as shown below (eyedropper tool has been circled in red to show up better)...

or choose the color from the palette as seen below.

Once the color has been selected by clicking on it, the color goes to the box on the left so that the color chosen is readily known.

One Country Home

Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got til it's gone

So until I read Linda's laments followed by Kathy's of January 9, I really wasn't aware of what was going on in the publishing community.

As it turned out, Saturday afternoon I took two boxes of my culled books to the library so they can store them in their attic until this May's book sale. As I set the boxes of books on the bench labeled "Set Book Donations Here," I saw a big box of magazines labeled free. I grabbed just the top one without paying much attention.

Reading it Saturday evening was pure pleasure...

Linda and Kathy will understand...

Edited to Add: Photo can now be seen on new post above.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Don't Ignore It

Ever pass by a room and be annoyed by an element in it? If it's a window or a door, that's a problem, but if it can be solved by moving furniture about or shifting a decorative piece from here to there...well, then, the problem is easily solved and will relieve that minor irritation. (We could probably apply this to many things in life.)

The beginnings of this post were planted by my two Terris. Yes, they belong to me! => Terri of Lakewood Manor did two posts about her bedroom *here* and *here*. You can see the before and after pictures of all that she was able to accomplish in just one weekend. It inspired me!

Terri of Windlost did a post on Vincent Wolf Tablescapes (see January 9). Though I can't possibly aspire to Wolf's level, it did make me think that I could do something that I'm about to show you. When you ask. Now!

So it all began with this photo...

The plant stand is much too small for its location, but the Christmas cactus must remain there for the light...what to do...what to do...

Use this tiered table located on the opposite wall? But I really like something there by the built-in bookcases.

Okay, the picnic basket (still loving it, Suzanne!) works just fine there.

And the tiered table is better scale, holds the plant, and provides a place to set a cup of tea!

But, and this is where Vincent Wolf comes in, does that plant stand look okay on top of the coffee table? (The Carpenter is unimpressed.)

Both Fioré and I agree that it does. What do you think?

So here we are back where I started with the tiered table instead of the plant stand. Better?

Last week when I was stripping down the Christmas decorations and came to my dining area light, I could not remove it all. I really like the little embellishments and will probably always keep something there year round.

That's it for today...thanks for the inspirations, dear Terris!

P.S. Did you happen to notice the little cloth ball? No? Neither did the grands for whom it was made. I'll share more on that later, if anyone is interested.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Love is in the Air

Brrrr...it's been mighty cold lately. As I recently told Linds, even the cat has taken a lover.

Now I knew that The Cat in the Hat meant t.r.o.u.b.l.e., but this is ridiculous!

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On another note entirely, I just wanted to mention the wonderful posts that LaTeaDah has been doing at Gracious Hospitality about all things tea, but most especially I have enjoyed reading about the history of tea and the health benefits of tea. Perhaps I've discovered a secret that I've long sought...see her January 10th post. You'll also note that there is a button linking to a sweet give-away right there in my sidebar. Don't miss it!

Do stay warm out there...

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Esther's Insights

What a blessing to find this blog via Trish a contributor at Mennonite Gals Can Cook. Trish's sister Gwen inherited their mother's collection of a lifetime of saved poems, thoughts, notes, journals, Bible studies, etc. One cannot begin to imagine the wealth of material there. It's been a delight for me to visit each day to find something new from *Esther's Insights*. What a labor of love for Gwen to go through it all and type up something new each day. Check it out! I'm sure that you will find treasure, too.

A wife of noble character who can find?
She is worth far more than rubies.

She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.

Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.

~Selected verses from Proverbs 31

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Photo Meme

These photo memes can be so much fun and now I've been tagged by Leah at South Breeze Farm to do one.

This one is about the sixth picture in the sixth folder. Lemme see, ah yes...that folder will work for me and the topic is the first grandson...then 11 months old and soon to be three years old. The date was December 2, 2006.

So this is the sixth picture as he's being removed from his jacket...

But you didn't think that I could post only that one, did you? I mean the camera/s have been smoking ever since that child's birthdate nearly three years ago. This nonni has hundreds of pictures and if you're a grandmother, too, you are nodding right now. I took 29 pics that day and here is the 29th one...I was getting better at it by then...

Here's a little organizing tip from a photographer that may help some with maintaining photo files. He suggested to name files according to the date first. For example, this one is labeled 2006-12-02 with the year first, the month, then the date. From there you can go on to name it more specifically, but this way all files will come up in a logical progression of order. Now I see that I must get 2006, 2007, and 2008 copied to disks. Ackkkk!!!

I'm supposed to tag six bloggers, but you may play along if you wish. Just let me know so that I can visit and see what you discovered.

Have a happy Saturday and a relaxing weekend!

Friday, January 9, 2009

Little Ideas

Made with My Cool Signs.Net

In a file brilliantly labeled "Ideas," I found a few things gathered that I'd like to share such as this sweet idea for a bit of lace. (Sadly, my file does not say where I have gleaned these photos...much searching has not worked. If anyone knows, I'd welcome knowing. (ETA: And I'm using them anyway. Bite me.)

These shelf brackets are neat if I can get past The Carpenter's misgivings.

Manuela of The Pleasures of Homemaking has a whole bunch of ideas in yesterday's post. I'm working on one this morning and I promise to tack it on to the end of this post before day's end. She's participating in a blog party, but I'm just being a slacker. I adore before and after pictures, but don't have anything exciting to share...yet. ;>

ETA: I'll probably revisit this project in the days to come...
You can see that my recipe notebook was simply lovely; I mean, it even included an obituary. Not exactly the best item for decorating a cookbook! LOL!

Edited to Add Again: Couldn't take that last cover so did something else again. I like it better, but perhaps it'll be revisited or perhaps I'll just accept my imperfection and move on...