Pandas are adorable, but are they worth a million bucks?
Zoos that want a panda have to pay about a million dollars a year to the Chinese government for the privilege of hosting just one panda. And that’s before the costs of a habitat, food, and care.
And if you want a baby panda (and who doesn’t?) then that’s another million for a second panda plus if everything goes well and a little bundle of panda joy does come along, the Chinese government gets a $400,000 baby tax!
Sheesh! It’s a good thing they’re so darn cute!
A short time ago was the Summer Solstice (the first official day of summer and the longest day of the year) and I’m channeling sunflowers.
Sunflowers are so inspiring. I love the fact that their heads move throughout the day to follow the path of the sun, so their faces always follow the light. They grow up to twelve feet tall, stretching their proud yellow crowns up towards the sky. This summer I’m going for a more sunflower-y attitude.
May we always seek out the light and stand up tall and confident!
(Received in an email and had to pass along!)
How many times have you thought in exasperation “I only have two hands.” Take heart, those of you who truly need more than those two hands because your time has come. T
he YouBionic company now makes a pair of two prosthetic hands that you operate with one hand, so with two prosthetics you could potentially be using four hands at the same time, two per arm! In theory, you could brush or comb your hair, feed the dog, pour cereal for your kids’ and frost that wedding cake you promised a friend and never got around to producing. But think hard before you place your order for those wonderful prosthetic hands because some things are better done with the care and attention that a pair of just two hands can give.
And, if that doesn’t give you pause, remember that when we wish for something and then actually get it, we all too often change our wish to become a wish for more of the same because what we got just didn’t seem like quite enough.
So consider — at what point would four hands not be enough and you’d want eight? Or sixteen? And so on. Octopus, anyone?
Recently my daughter decided that she could and would magically become organized – something she’s never been good at — if she had a giant whiteboard to write everything on. So, soon, an enormous whiteboard was delivered to our place and the very next day, armed with a drill and a stud finder, she mounted the humongous thing on the wall. Tried to mount it on the wall. Started to mount it on the wall.
But — Returning home from a shopping trip, expecting to find it on the wall and covered with important information, I found it, instead, leaning against the wall. Not on it. Against it. Hmmmmm —
Upon closer inspection, I noticed several screw-holes and screws on the wall. The stud-finder had gone rogue. It told him there were studs where there weren’t and also said there were none where there should be.
In short, it lied. Intentionally? Deliberately? Has the apocalypse begun?
Have our faithful helpers in life finally turned against us? Should we run for the hills? Or Mars? Or somewhere farther away where we will be safe from uber intelligent, malevolent machines that believe we mistreated them in some previous life?
I don’t know about you but I’m stocking up on food and weapons and getting in line for the first space ship away from here! Because rouge stud-finders are just the beginning. Trust me on this.
Have you ever noticed that buttons and zippers are one side on men’s clothing, but the other side on women’s clothing? It’s true! Apparently the reason for the difference is that historically, wealthy women had such complicated clothing that they often had servants dress them, while wealthy men still usually dressed themselves. If I suddenly turn into a millionaire one day, somehow I still don’t think I’ll have the urge to hire someone to button up my shirt for me. (thanks MissouriQuiltCo.com)
Domesticated cats use vocalizations like meowing, purring and hissing – but feral cats are practically silent.
* Cats can pass their body through any space which they can fit their heads through.
* With extra thick enamel, less damaging saliva, less food retention between teeth and a mostly sugar-free diet, cats have better chompers than humans (this doesn’t mean they can’t have dental problems, so pay attention to your furry friend’s teeth!)
* Thanks to their powerful livers, cats can survive by drinking seawater if they have to.
* Cats’ life spans are on the rise – in the early 1980s cats were only expected to live seven years; now they are expected to live 12 – 15!
𝒞💗𝓂𝓅𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒱𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓊𝓈 𝑀𝑒❢ 𝒞🏵𝓂𝓅𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒸❁𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒 𝓉💍 𝒶𝓈𝓉💍𝓊𝓃𝒹/𝒻𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒/𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝑒 𝓂𝑒. 𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌🍩𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈💗 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒻🍩𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 — ❀𝓇 𝒷𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓈 😍𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 — 𝓌𝒽𝓎 🌸𝒽 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝒹💍𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔? ❀𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝒹🏵𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓁𝒶𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒻♡𝓃𝓉, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒸🍬𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒿𝓊𝓂𝓅𝓈 𝓉🏵 𝒶 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓏𝑒¿ 𝐼 𝒹🏵𝓃’𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉. 𝒴𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝓌𝓇♡𝓉𝑒 𝓈💞𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝑒𝓃𝓁𝒶𝓇𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝓉💙 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝓌💞 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒶𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒽𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓉💙 𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓏𝑒. 𝐼 𝒹💙𝓃’𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇. 𝒜𝓈 𝓎💍𝓊 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒, 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝑒𝒷𝓈𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓂💙𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝒷💞𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝒷🏵𝓊𝓉 𝒸🍩𝓂𝓅𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈. 𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒾🍑𝓃 🌺𝒻 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 💗𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 💍𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓊𝓁𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼’𝓂 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒸🌺𝓂𝓅𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝑒𝓍𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼’𝓂 𝒹☯𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒮♡😍♡🍪🌞❤——— 𝒜𝓃𝓎💗𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉🌸 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝒾𝓉𝓈? (𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓈☯𝓊𝓇𝒾𝒬𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓉𝒞🌞.𝒸🌸𝓂) 🎀 🍰 ⋆ 🍒
ℙ𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕟 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕤. ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔻𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕖, 𝕋𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕪𝕝𝕖𝕣, 𝕠𝕣 𝔸𝕧𝕒 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔸𝕟𝕟𝕒. 𝕆𝕣, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝔻𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔻𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕖𝕝 (𝔻𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔻𝕒𝕤𝕙), 𝕀𝕟𝕕𝕚 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔸𝕟𝕟𝕒, 𝔹𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℝ𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕤, 𝔸𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕟, 𝔹𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕁𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪, 𝕠𝕣 𝔼𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕪 (𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕙). 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟! (𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕚ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕥ℂ𝕠.𝕔𝕠𝕞)
The sun is the brightest star in our sky, but that’s just because it happens to be the closest. Deneb, a star a couple thousand light years away, is far brighter than the sun but because it burns so much brighter, it will also burn out much faster than the sun. Our sun will last 1,000 times longer than Deneb. Which makes me think of my recent husband. Like whomever Edna St Vincent Millay wrote about in her poem, he lived life fully. Burned his candle at both ends. Wore his body out. But he enjoyed every day. Every minute. Every second. I’m different. I live slowly, always did. I suspect that in the final reckoning we’ll both have had about the same amount of actual living during our times on earth.
We humans are artists. And we like to tell everyone willing to listen that we exist. Thousands of years ago, cave painters signed their paintings with the shape of the artist’s hand and left them there for us to see and exclaim over. Really old paint on a cave wall now tells posterity that they existed and were artists, famous in their own time. Kings and nobles, too, left their literal imprint on history. They pressed their personal seals into melted wax with a signet ring when sending messages about wars, love interests, money and practically everything else, and woe to anyone who used their seals without permission! But anyone, even those who couldn’t read or write, could authorize a document by making a cross at the bottom of the document, a symbol of Christian honesty. I like that idea. (Thanks, MissouriQuiltCo.com)