“Real world” noises may creep into our dreams. Milady opened a drawer while I was dozing, and the light squeaking translated to moving an office chair in my dreams. A “real world” flash of light seen through closed eyelids may change the course of some dream scenario.

But, what about smell? Well, according to this…

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Really? I don’t know. I just found the poster. If you know, leave a comment.


Mustard Seed


Matthew 17:19-21 King James Version (KJV)
Then came the disciples to Jesus apart, and said, Why could not we cast him out?

And Jesus said unto them, Because of your unbelief: for verily I say unto you, If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you.

Howbeit this kind goeth not out but by prayer and fasting.

Mark 4:30-32 King James Version (KJV)

And he said, Whereunto shall we liken the kingdom of God? or with what comparison shall we compare it?

It is like a grain of mustard seed, which, when it is sown in the earth, is less than all the seeds that be in the earth: But when it is sown, it groweth up, and becometh greater than all herbs, and shooteth out great branches; so that the fowls of the air may lodge under the shadow of it.

Luke 17:5-6 King James Version (KJV)

And the apostles said unto the Lord, Increase our faith.

And the Lord said, If ye had faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye might say unto this sycamine tree, Be thou plucked up by the root, and be thou planted in the sea; and it should obey you.

The sycamine tree (Greek: συκάμινος sykaminοs) is a tree mentioned in Luke 17:6 of the Bible. It is rendered by Luther as “mulberry tree”, which is most probably the correct rendering. It is found in two species, the black mulberry (Morus nigra) and the white mulberry (Morus alba), which are common in Palestine. It is in the same family as the fig-tree. Some contend, however, that this name denotes the sycamore fig (συκομορέα sykomorea) of Luke 19:4.

At the risk of seeming like a literalist, ever since I was a young’n, I’ve had some trouble understanding why someone would want to remove a mountain or toss a tree into the sea.

If you consult commentaries on this passage, you will learn that the expression Jesus uses was a common colloquialism of that day; to a Jew of Jesus’ day, a mountain is a metaphor signifying a seemingly impossible task.

Faith that can move mountains is not meant to imply a faith that can literally move literal mountains. The point Jesus was making is that even a little bit of faith – faith the size of a mustard seed – can overcome mountainous obstacles in our lives.

Carl Gobelman


What if I only need to move a few small hills?

“Amongst the world’s smallest seeds are those of a particular orchid that weigh one 35 millionths of an ounce. Mustard seeds are boulders by comparison!”
W.P. Armstrong, Palomar.edu

McCormick Mustard Seed: jet.com
Single seed on fingertip: cacina.wordpress.com
Mustard tree: stevendkurtz.wordpress.com
Mulberries: godasagardener.com
Mountain (not moving): carlgobelman.wordpress.com
Mountain (moving): everythingselectric.com

Calvin Has One Last Talk With Hobbes


This has been all over the web for several years, apparently, but, new to me, and, perhaps, to you. Tissue alert for C&H fans.

The last strip:

In The Final Minutes Of His Life, Calvin Has One Last Talk With Hobbes.

Converted this to text from an image I found on a humour website. Try not to cry after reading this.

Kashish on Medium.com, Jul 10, 2014
Source: This guy just changed the way we see Calvin and Hobbes

h/t WitchDoktor on A♠

“Calvin? Calvin, sweetheart?”

In the darkness Calvin heard the sound of Susie, his wife of fifty-three years. Calvin struggled to open his eyes. God, he was so tired and it took so much strength. Slowly, light replaced the darkness, and soon vision followed. At the foot of his bed stood his wife. Calvin wet his dry lips and spoke hoarsely, “Did… did you…. find him?”

“Yes dear,” Susie said smiling sadly, “He was in the attic. “

Susie reached into her big purse and brought out a soft, old, orange tiger doll. Calvin could not help but laugh. It had been so long. Too long.

“l washed him for you,” Susie said, her voice cracking a little as she laid the stuffed tiger next to her husband.
“Thank you, Susie.” Calvin said. A few moments passed as Calvin just laid on his hospital bed, his head turned to the side, staring at the old toy with nostalgia.
“Dear,” Calvin said finally. “Would you mind leaving me alone with Hobbes for a while? I would like to catch up with him.”

“All right,” Susie said. “I’ll get something to eat in the cafeteria. I’ll be back soon.” Susie kissed her husband on the forehead and turned to leave. With sudden but gentle strength Calvin stopped her. Lovingly he pulled his wife in and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. “l love you,” he said.
“And I love you,” said Susie. Susie turned and left. Calvin saw tears streaming from her face as she went out the door.

Calvin then turned to face his oldest and dearest friend. “Hello Hobbes. It’s been a long time hasn’t it old pal?”

Hobbes was no longer a stuffed doll but the big furry old tiger Calvin had always remembered. “It sure has, Calvin.” said Hobbes. “You… haven’t changed a bit.” Calvin smiled.

“You’ve changed a lot.” Hobbes said sadly.

Calvin laughed, “Really? I haven’t noticed at all.”

There was a long pause. The sound of a clock ticking away the seconds rang throughout the sterile hospital room.

“So… you married Susie Derkins.” Hobbes said, finally smiling. “l knew you always liked her.”

“Shut up!” Calvin said, his smile bigger than ever.

“Tell me everything I missed. I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to!” Hobbes said, excited.

And so Calvin told him everything. He told him about how he and Susie fell in love in high school and had married after graduating from college, about his three kids and four grand-kids, how he turned Spaceman Spiff into one of the most popular sci-fi novels of the decade, and so on. After he told Hobbes all this there was another pregnant pause. “You know… I visited you in the attic a bunch of times.” Calvin said.

“l know.”

“But I couldn’t see you. All I saw was a stuffed animal.” Calvin’s voice was breaking and tears of regret started welling up in his eyes.

“You grew up old buddy.” said Hobbes.

“I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry I broke my promise! I promised I wouldn’t grow up and that we’d be together forever!!” Calvin broke down and sobbed, hugging his best friend.

Hobbes stroked Calvin’s hair, or what little was left of it. “But you didn’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“We were always together…. In our dreams.”

“We were?”

“We were.”


“Yeah, old buddy?”

“I’m so glad I got to see you like this… one last time…”

“Me too, Calvin. Me too.”

“Sweetheart?” Susie voice came from outside the door.

“Yes dear?” Calvin replied.

“Can I come in?” Susie asked.

“Just a minute.” Calvin turned to face Hobbes one last time.

“Goodbye Hobbes. Thanks… for everything…”

‘No, thank you Calvin.” Hobbes said.

Calvin turned back to the door and said, “You can come in now.”

Susie came in and said, “Look who’s come to visit you.”

Calvin’s children and grandchildren followed Susie into the room. The youngest grandchild ran past the rest of them and hugged Calvin in a hard, excited hug. “Grandpa!!” screamed the child in delight.

“Francis!” cried Calvin’s daughter, “Be gentle with your grandfather.”

Calvin’s daughter turned to her dad. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Francis never seems to behave these days. He just runs around making a mess and coming up with strange stories.”

Calvin laughed and said, “Well now! That sound just like me when I was his age.”

Calvin and his family chatted some more until a nurse said, “Sorry, but visiting hours are almost up.”

Calvin’s beloved family said good bye and promised to visit tomorrow. As they turned to leave Calvin said, “Francis. Come here for a second.”

Francis came over to his grandfather’s side, “What is it Gramps?”

Calvin reached over to the stuffed tiger on his bedside and held him out shakily to his grandson, who looked exactly as he did so many years ago.

“This is Hobbes. He was my best friend when I was your age. I want you to have him.”

‘He’s just a stuffed tiger.” Francis said, eyebrows raised.

Calvin laughed, “Well, let me tell you a secret.”

Francis leaned closer to Calvin. Calvin whispered, “If you catch him in a tiger trap using a tuna sandwich as bait he will turn into a real tiger.”

Francis gasped in delighted awe. Calvin continued, “Not only that he will be your best friend forever.”

“Wow! Thanks grandpa!” Francis said, hugging his grandpa tightly again.

“Francis! We need to go now!” Calvin’s daughter called.

“Okay!” Francis shouted back.

“Take good care of him.” Calvin said.

“l will.” Francis said before running off after the rest of the family.

Calvin laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. The time to go was close. He could feel it in his soul. Calvin tried to remember a quote he read in a book once. It said something about death being the next great adventure or something like that. His eyelids grew heavy and his breathing slowed. As he went deeper into his final sleep he heard Hobbes, as if he was right next to him at his bedside. “I’ll take care of him, Calvin…”

Calvin took his first step toward one more adventure and breathed his last with a grin on his face.


Independence Day USA: British Army

h/t vmom on A♠

Independence Day USA: Iacocca and Liberty


Lee Iacocca


In May 1982, President Ronald Reagan appointed Iacocca to head the Statue of Liberty-Ellis Island Foundation, which was created to raise funds for the restoration of the Statue of Liberty and the renovation of Ellis Island. Iacocca continued to serve on the board of the foundation until his death, July 2, 2019.



Independence Day USA: Betsy Ross


Jen Kuznicki, Conservative Review:

…Betsy Ross was a great American who worked hard her entire life until she went blind, pulled herself up though being widowed three times, and did her best to live life during the most tumultuous time in our nation’s history. She was a true American unsung heroine. …

The story of Betsy’s life is as intriguing as any in those days of insults and injury to a people who knew they could govern themselves and had to take a stand against the British. In 1774, Americans decried the Intolerable Acts instituted by Great Britain and boycotted British goods, while assembling militias and a network of resistance to the British oppressors.

In 1776, at the age of 24, Betsy became a widow when John was killed while serving in the local militia. In May or June, General George Washington, George Ross, and Robert Morris, known by Betsy to be a secret committee of Congress, the Committee of Three, met with the newly widowed Betsy and commissioned her to make the new American flag.

Betsy later married Joseph Ashburn, a sea captain whose ship was seized by the Brits, and he would die in a British prison. The couple had two girls. A fellow prisoner and family friend, John Claypoole, became Betsy’s third and final husband, whom she married at 31 years of age. They had five more daughters.

All the while, Betsy kept her upholstery business going. She was an entrepreneur, a skilled tradeswoman, and a strong American woman who nurtured her family, not unlike millions of Americans now.

Betsy’s eyesight failed in her later years, perhaps due to the arduousness of sewing by hand her entire life in poor light. She was completely blind for the final three years of her life and died at the age of 84 in 1836.

Read the whole article at Conservative Review


h/t J.J. Sefton’s always-informative Morning Report on A♠

July Forth


July is

National Ice Cream Month
National Hot Dog Month
National Baked Beans Month

It’s a picnic!

Where it all comes together:

National Chili Dog Day July 25th (USA)

Or, if you prefer the great indoors:
July 3rd to August 15th, inexplicably, are officially known as the
Air Conditioning Appreciation Days


Why “July”?

This guy:


Julius Caesar, it being the month of his birth.

Here’s a thing.

July 2nd is World UFO Day.
Go out and not identify a flying object!


The Zodiac signs for the month of July are
Patientlee (until Jul 20)
Zodiac: Knowsittal Apr 21-May 20
…and Domicile (Jul 21 onwards)
Domicile Jul 21-Aug 20

Went searching for a Julia to close out this post. Lots of Julia celebrities (some I even recognized). This one caught my eye, though:

Julia Adasheva
and her Ferrari

Adasheva (that’s a sexy name if ever we heard one) is the definition of a gorgeous Russian model. Born in Moscow in 1991, she now travels the world as part of her modeling career which started at the age of 16. The beauty is 23 years old, born on April 25, 1991, wears size 7.5 (38 shoes) and is dress size 6 (36).

Her dream car is a red convertible from Maranello. No, not a California like Paris Hilton has, but a 458 Spider, the epitome of Italia style and performance. Julia is seriously into cars and frequents tuning shows. Her personal Youtube is filled with videos of her testing out various exotics around Moscow.…


July is… resources:
Hot Dog: Wikipedia
Ice Cream Cone: foodnetwork.com
Baked Beans: victoryhomemaking.blogspot.com

Domicile resources:
Sand castle: pinterest.com
Old man at beach: thestar.com

This post also published at Mindful Webworks: The Art of