SAID THE CAT: Let It Begin with Me

First, I want to acknowledge and hold dear our weather-bashed citizens and peoples who will spend decades dealing with the fury of hurricanes; and for those in the midst of still another atrocity that shot to death, wounded, and changed so many lives right here in America a few days ago and, not-to-be-forgotten, for those who every day of every month experience the terror of gun deaths, maimings, fear, and pain.

Citizens of America, put aside allegiances to organized, corporate walls placed against the huge majority of Americans who want common sense to prevail against war-zone weaponry ownership and controls over killing-them-softly and swiftly, weapon modifications. Read the Second Amendment yourself here, not the self-interested interpretations of loud, monied organizations and the weapons corporations furthering their grasp for ever-more lucre and power over our lives and governing representatives. Ask yourself what "well-regulated militia" and "keep and bear arms" means in the context of today's "bump" stocks, silencers, "automatic", rapid fire, and handguns means to you today. Then, YOU decide what can be done about the wildly unbalanced weapons control we're experiencing in our country every single day that leads to ever more savagery. Break the throat-hold of those weaponry-wielding, fear-mongering elitists with your own common sense and ground-up actions whether voting or peaceful action.

What to do: Here are some actions. Here is how to contact all Federal and State Elected Officials. And, for good measure, I am supporting the organization led by Gabby Giffords and Mark Kelly. If you want to check that out--Americans for Responsible Solutions.

Sent from South Carolina by Marge's brother John after one of the hurricanes...

...I'm posting his photo as a visual prayer of remembrance of all those lost to the violence of the hurricanes, of all those lost to the violence of weapons.

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Fog began Nature's morning today. Coffee began mine. Fall pushed away the hot part of the hurricanes' hot, humid froth this past week. It's now chilly in the mornings and humid. The streams of sunlight illuminate the drips falling from the tree leaves.

From The Week That Was Desk:

Searching for the property where Sandy is going to stay...

...and I found it here.

There were opportunities for walks at the farm, too...

Austin grazing.

Sunset and half moon. Also, airliner cruising into Philadelphia.

And Rosy smiling at me.

Happy dogs and cats.

Over at the "milk" store, the corn maze is almost ripe enough for Halloween circuits.

Pumpkins and gourds are pouring in everywhere.

Saturday, I pulled apart the third-floor room I use. Here's a somewhat before picture. I'd already managed to inch-by-inch move the big cabinet chest across the room.

Sunday, morning over at church came the annual St. Francis of Assisi Blessing of the Animals. The day was perfect for the outdoor service.

By Sunday night, I'd finished moving stuff around upstairs and here's the "after" picture...

This week, Marge, Pat and I carried our breakfast to Lake Nockamixon to eat it there...

A heron flapped in for a little fishing.

And I sat and watched and sketched. Dressed in my ball cap, jeans and jacket, a groundskeeper approaching from behind didn't know whether to address me as Ms or Sir and tried both. When I turned around, he politely addressed me as Miss and asked if the breakfast stuff on the nearby picnic table with no one around, belonged to me. Interesting, how we think of each other and ourselves as genders.