<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301</id><updated>2012-03-16T19:47:06.660-04:00</updated><category term='Reflection'/><category term='Stewardship'/><category term='Lent'/><category term='Birth Family'/><category term='1 Man / 1 Mower'/><category term='25 Random Bits'/><category term='Transports'/><title type='text'>Sweet William Now</title><subtitle type='html'>I practice spiritual renovation and renewal; my posts reflect my practice.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-7704687502938751805</id><published>2012-03-05T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T08:40:04.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands, Work, Prayer</title><summary type='text'>



I work with my hands, my
body, my mind, and my spirit. I use simple machines and tools to do simple
tasks. 

I work with customers who
choose not to do tasks I’m hired to do. My business is doing their task. My
product is a tended yard and grounds. I hope to
make them a simple pleasure to see. It requires care and effort in the outdoors
where most care not to labor. 

In
the labor I make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7704687502938751805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2012/03/hands-work-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/7704687502938751805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/7704687502938751805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2012/03/hands-work-prayer.html' title='Hands, Work, Prayer'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F1ecdBv3aWw/T1TAUiWZlHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/dhylPClYdmk/s72-c/250px-Fra_Angelico_031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-3204504090389497458</id><published>2012-03-03T12:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T16:52:24.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanderer</title><summary type='text'>



Almighty God, our heavenly Father, who settest the solitary  in families: We
commend to thy continual care the homes in  which thy people dwell.

‘Solitary’ puzzles me. Commentaries offer interpretations;
I like wanderer. I identify with the literal
notion and a feeling of rootlessness. God places the wanderer in families. Families, maybe not so much kinships’ bio-families, rather, again
via </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3204504090389497458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2012/03/wanderer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/3204504090389497458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/3204504090389497458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2012/03/wanderer.html' title='Wanderer'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z8NePZZNBv8/T1JWXUJhU5I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Xs3sY_WUduc/s72-c/labyrinth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-3979999404328951392</id><published>2012-02-22T07:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T16:31:16.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1Man/1Mower</title><summary type='text'>

My work is customer driven piecework one yard at a time. My perceptions are
a gleaned from 3 years work. They offer context to serve
clarity.



Payment

I hope for payment upon completion. I accept cash,
check, or PayPal. If you choose PayPal please add $10 for PayPal transaction
fees. I do not expect payment if I cannot, or do not, complete your task.

Service Relation

I work for you. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3979999404328951392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2012/02/1man1mower.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/3979999404328951392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/3979999404328951392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2012/02/1man1mower.html' title='1Man/1Mower'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpElK8ukYTA/T0VeiivLKFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/n9nv5_dvEsM/s72-c/planting+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-1937471398112026141</id><published>2012-01-26T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T22:01:28.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Audience</title><summary type='text'>



When I was
14 I was awarded a book prize for creative writing, Modern Library’s, Great Tales of Terror and the
Supernatural. It was presented in front of the entire school. I'm educated and I've had some training. I’ve been
told over the years,

You write well, or

You should write your stories down, or

Have you ever thought of writing for
teenagers? or

You have something to say.

I think, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1937471398112026141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2012/01/audience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1937471398112026141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1937471398112026141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2012/01/audience.html' title='Audience'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WbTOMOj0ySM/TyGEFVTf9uI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mGgxX81P2Wk/s72-c/6508920-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-2915684460604685082</id><published>2012-01-22T13:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T13:10:59.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;
 
  
 
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I hope my children feel
they’re loved. I need to know I've made the effort to tell them I’m happy with
them and happy for them. I don't see them nearly as much as I'd want or need. So I tell them, text them, write them, email them,
phone them, whatever, from time to time, “You're my daughter. I'm your father.
I'm well pleased with you.” It's my way of turning my heart to each child.

I rarely</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6741922966534152411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2012/01/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-ja-x.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6741922966534152411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6741922966534152411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2012/01/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-ja-x.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pMAliaXMm5U/TxCGjeUvztI/AAAAAAAAATw/z_uhPLvyptY/s72-c/L+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-2625696962843518039</id><published>2012-01-10T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:52:24.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;
 
  
 
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</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2625696962843518039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2012/01/notice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2625696962843518039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2625696962843518039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2012/01/notice.html' title='Notice'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wy40pSByHHk/TwxcgglMjUI/AAAAAAAAATo/1sw7qkIvR4Q/s72-c/SPR511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-4641713009808902606</id><published>2012-01-02T12:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:10:20.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurring</title><summary type='text'>I wear glasses; worn ‘em since I was 15. I couldn't see without ‘em. I could read without ‘em but I couldn't learn without ‘em. I like my glasses and I like clarity. I learned to express and assert myself with glasses. I trained to look, to observe, and to see. I earned a living with my eyes and my glasses as a photographer; attention to technical and visual detail was premium. I’d separate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4641713009808902606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2012/01/glasses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4641713009808902606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4641713009808902606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2012/01/glasses.html' title='Blurring'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D-FLVjVd3tM/TwHpJXM_UhI/AAAAAAAAASs/vljyvXcT6Bw/s72-c/Scan+3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-9114042956717083980</id><published>2011-12-23T20:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:26:43.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny</title><summary type='text'>“Sweet William, will you take me to store?
“Granny, you mean right now?“I do.“Well, all right then, let’s get goin’.”We trundled out to car. I got her nestled into front seat, scooted round, and got in too. Just then, birds made a bombing run on windshield.“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” I turned on the wipers and wash; that just made it a washed white smear.“Good Lord!“William, they sing for some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/9114042956717083980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/12/granny.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/9114042956717083980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/9114042956717083980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/12/granny.html' title='Granny'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vLAfF1UmkrI/TwH2svpJC_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/QlcjmFFwDQ0/s72-c/G+%257E+init016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-6072307058571107537</id><published>2011-12-19T14:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:20:16.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin</title><summary type='text'>Mary said to the angel, “How can this be, since I am a virgin?” The angel said to her, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you . . . .”
I too ask, “How can this be, since she is a virgin?” Do I speak of eros? No. Culture speaks of eros and biology we know. The superficial and literal reading is cultures’. It’s not innocent. Mary's question knows her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6072307058571107537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/12/virgin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6072307058571107537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6072307058571107537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/12/virgin.html' title='Virgin'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__1NB56fbWY/Tu9RCVTR7oI/AAAAAAAAASU/KUPXIgdru68/s72-c/The_Annunciation_Robert_Campin_1444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-999895566765931747</id><published>2011-12-12T13:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:31:46.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass 2</title><summary type='text'>


The grass is real. My customer is real. I was paid real money to sow and tend it for him.
I sliced the ground. I dethatched it, and I raked it. I planted two kinds of seed. I fertilized it all. I lay down straw. I watered; later I’d water again and again. Feeling and thinking I'd done all I could for seed to germinate, root, and grow, I turned away and let it all go.
It was early evening in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/999895566765931747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/12/grass-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/999895566765931747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/999895566765931747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/12/grass-2.html' title='Grass 2'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j63Df51v8Cs/TuZBWencusI/AAAAAAAAASM/DfsK-lwnYeo/s72-c/DSCN0910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-747511102390027851</id><published>2011-12-06T20:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T12:15:27.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass</title><summary type='text'>


This lawn is my minds' ideal of perfection. Wow. Your home probably isn't an icon like this Charles Gwathmey architectural gem; whatever. The lawn is gorgeous.

If you close your eyes, slowly breath in through your nose and slowly breathe out through your lips, settle your self, and imagine, I bet the grass in this image is similar to grass you see in your mind. Abundant, thick, green, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/747511102390027851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/12/grass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/747511102390027851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/747511102390027851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/12/grass.html' title='Grass'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7EYJ1a3R0nA/Tt65rEX-RGI/AAAAAAAAASE/C4r1qRgnMRE/s72-c/gwathgreen500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-4985219480160499697</id><published>2011-12-05T08:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T17:47:45.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Acne</title><summary type='text'>

My acne was troublesome. For my mother too, that is, when she was young. Her back was pitted and cratered. I asked about them. She said she had acne. Imagine 1928, an adolescent girl, living a farm life, infected pustules, and no antibiotics. Her mother took hot water, lye soap, and a scrub brush to her. I imagine a palmyra scrub brush. The scars were the result. My mother was nonchalant and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4985219480160499697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/12/acne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4985219480160499697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4985219480160499697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/12/acne.html' title='Acne'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FufsVdTToHQ/TtzTS5R7amI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-mMakSTRc10/s72-c/palmyra+brush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-2639603613361046155</id><published>2011-11-22T08:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T08:58:07.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taoist Tai Chi 2</title><summary type='text'>Claire is a dazzling practitioner. Her tai chi is luxuriant: plush, creamy, seductive. Gentle energy beams from within. She has an unusually flexible spine, and the movement issues directly out of that deep source, entraining her whole body. It's not feet there, hands here. It's fluid movement, a continuous stream of chi. Apart from this unity of moving body &amp; spirit, the most striking thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2639603613361046155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/11/tai-chi-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2639603613361046155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2639603613361046155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/11/tai-chi-2.html' title='Taoist Tai Chi 2'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Go2oQaXtzYQ/TsumjaPcjFI/AAAAAAAAARg/ti_Y0jIUyjo/s72-c/chi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-2024367572669760415</id><published>2011-11-18T20:52:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:14:07.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood</title><summary type='text'>          &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;        &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   JA   X-NONE                                                                                                 &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2024367572669760415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/11/blood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2024367572669760415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2024367572669760415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/11/blood.html' title='Blood'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-foTP3loFwfQ/TscM9sPBpiI/AAAAAAAAARU/RGV40Y5tok4/s72-c/O-negative.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-2422641130176620490</id><published>2011-11-14T11:38:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:44:57.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Success</title><summary type='text'>Am I successful? It rises in me like a tide and settles. I bob in the sea of the other's ocean of success. I get no satisfaction. I try, and I try, and I'm not satisfied. It's so boring.My remedy is honesty. I know how to lie. I have lied, used as a survival tool. I know when I do it. I feel it, I tingle, and I don't like it. Plain simple honesty is best. 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We fatten our cultural selves with these myths. Family, friends, schools, and media meld success tales into us with images and words. American mythology cultivates rags to riches tales; some stories are even true.I was born into riches. My birth parents </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/9015997378670898470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/10/t-he-humble-downtrodden-starts-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/9015997378670898470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/9015997378670898470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/10/t-he-humble-downtrodden-starts-with.html' title='Scarcity'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcZ_1NqYX9U/TqBHK_ncNGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/d6TQPi0cqwQ/s72-c/Cornucopia.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-1444243584881603365</id><published>2011-10-10T13:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T13:45:16.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hired Help</title><summary type='text'>My mother called the help “hired help.” The hired help were negro women. The hired help began in Connecticut, maybe 1956. I’d’ve been 5 years old. Hired help wore a uniform. The uniform was a Pantone Cool-Grey 4, accented with white ‘camp-shirt’ pointed lapel collars, buttoned white cuffs on sleeve, and an apron, bow tied at the back waist, and in the front coming to a middle point. The uniform </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1444243584881603365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/10/hired-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1444243584881603365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1444243584881603365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/10/hired-help.html' title='Hired Help'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vwlJFJI87yg/TpMmJUVACjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/EGqd6REzAGg/s72-c/110815_r21178_g120_cropth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-1078370183474850494</id><published>2011-10-07T12:41:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T12:43:49.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ducat</title><summary type='text'>“George, the tithe is the best practice,” the pater said. Our stewardship conversation had gotten ‘round to the tithe, and I’d figured, dive in. “I do not tithe.” I had their attention, the pater’s too. “Do you have a plan to work on it?” he inquired. “No, not in the sense that I use envelopes and when the cash runs out . . . ‘Then you’re out’ another said. “Right. 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After a time I asked her out. “Do you wanna go out, or something?” I try to be myself. She says a friend told her about me. “He’s going to be available soon.” I say she put herself in position. When nervous she’s forgetful. She has grit and common sense. She isn’t meddlesome. She’s as kind as anyone I’ve known. I tell Angela, "You have Shirley MacLaine eyes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2443089169445223401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/09/random-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2443089169445223401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2443089169445223401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/09/random-6.html' title='Random 6'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZrKLi1ExNk/ToZm5DLxaAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/hENT6DS6lvg/s72-c/shirley-maclaine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-6031415530849586711</id><published>2011-09-29T16:06:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T21:14:20.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 Random Bits'/><title type='text'>Random 5</title><summary type='text'>I can't keep from singing.   I'm in church choir from time to time. One of my natural gifts is musical. I'm blessed with tonal memory and pitch discrimination. I'm blessed with rhythm memory too, but not strong. My pitch and tonal gifts are in high 90% percentiles. The aptitude was measured by the Johnson O'Connor Research Foundation. The foundation is the place to systematically determine your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6031415530849586711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/09/random-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6031415530849586711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6031415530849586711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/09/random-5.html' title='Random 5'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAJROwLBGgE/ToTWpKO6BnI/AAAAAAAAAPM/h0YHT4VD9F4/s72-c/howcanikeepfromsinging_alb-p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-6840370801961410490</id><published>2011-09-14T20:39:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T11:43:58.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles' Poem ~ 2</title><summary type='text'>Silence Falls on Lamentation Mountainby Charles SavageThe bell-like ringing

of our axes fadesand silence drifts

across the fallen snow.As wearily we rest our careworn blades,the campfire, too, has quietly burned low.A sudden blast of wind, an icy breeze, stirs upa sparkling glow from ebbing fire.

The frozen limbs in answer softly creak.Their aging branches dance but start to tire.My surly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6840370801961410490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/09/charles-poem-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6840370801961410490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6840370801961410490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/09/charles-poem-2.html' title='Charles&apos; Poem ~ 2'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PW10Gm6pbUM/TnFOupISXUI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7LlChKVFJI0/s72-c/init014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-1143772881379627130</id><published>2011-09-03T14:46:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T09:37:14.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taoist Tai Chi</title><summary type='text'>

The main objective of the Knoxville branch of the Taoist Tai Chi Society is to promote the health improving qualities of taoist tai chi. Tai chi incorporates slow stretching, weight shifting, and body turning, into a continuous sequence of gentle movement, which, after sustained practice over time, improve the health of body, mind, and spirit.

The gentleman in the image is in the midst of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1143772881379627130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/09/taoist-tai-chi-knoxville-tn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1143772881379627130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1143772881379627130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/09/taoist-tai-chi-knoxville-tn.html' title='Taoist Tai Chi'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgJ26CcpDrk/TmJ2iVPErFI/AAAAAAAAAOw/tAWeKVyJ6YM/s72-c/Tai-Chi-Postures-240x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-2783787148957444151</id><published>2011-08-23T10:03:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:15:42.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stewardship'/><title type='text'>The Day I Cannot Shape</title><summary type='text'>My sister and her husband travel deep into Chihuahua, to Mata Ortiz, to import clay pots.  These new vessels echo ancient traditions of pots shaped long ago.  Collectors seek them.  We have one, and it’s beautiful and fragile.  I'm proud of my sister's enterprising spirit. I'm proud of the pot.  I like to show it to guests.I work with my body. I can still forget it’s fragile. I do Tai Chi to be </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.mataortizpots.com/index.html' title='The Day I Cannot Shape'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2783787148957444151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-i-cannot-shape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2783787148957444151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2783787148957444151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-i-cannot-shape.html' title='The Day I Cannot Shape'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DxIeB0b50aw/TlO0-yfsX4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/eZ6be21AV1w/s72-c/ismael_flores_01_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-5219591744993719793</id><published>2011-08-21T20:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:15:07.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scaling Down</title><summary type='text'>I like our house.  We live in it and with it; we’ve nested.  The house and grounds feel spacious. The grounds are open but private. The grounds has trees, which provide a screen and offer shade for the house.  We’ve shaped its interior and its shaped us.  We have rooms for us and for each of us.  The house has old things, borrowed things, new things, and some blue walls.  The house often has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5219591744993719793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/08/scaling-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/5219591744993719793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/5219591744993719793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/08/scaling-down.html' title='Scaling Down'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iPLVuvql8OA/TlGfvZ32PHI/AAAAAAAAAOg/aonAd6MqdqM/s72-c/bir010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-1521896905851209568</id><published>2011-08-17T21:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:05:10.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hole</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time I was walking a path. I stumbled, I fell, and I was in a dark place. I couldn’t see. I was scared. After ages I figured I’d fallen into a cavern. I couldn’t get out and I felt forgotten. After a long time I did get out. I needed a lot of help to get out. There were people and dogs. I didn’t like it. It was awful.  The very next day I was on the same path watching the white clouds</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1521896905851209568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/08/buddy-and-willis-magees-hole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1521896905851209568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1521896905851209568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/08/buddy-and-willis-magees-hole.html' title='Hole'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5P8-2lp-u2I/Tkxo764ViUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bDRncgiEiLo/s72-c/Buddy%2B%253A%2BBRBR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-4512443308487907224</id><published>2011-08-10T09:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T17:27:31.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire</title><summary type='text'>I dreamed.Saying goodbye, or, you saying goodbye, we were;So many there, a thanksgiving, but still,I not wanting the change, again, after an again,from an again long ago. I weep . . .  you fade . . . we  apart.  Oh dear . . . where did you go?“All that is dear to me and everyone I love are of the nature to change.There is no way to escape being separated from them.”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4512443308487907224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/08/claire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4512443308487907224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4512443308487907224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/08/claire.html' title='Claire'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-3015634750919085041</id><published>2011-08-07T20:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T17:47:03.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Each Obstacle is a Blessing</title><summary type='text'>I work outdoors.I do lawn care with push mowers and maintain gardens.My work is a natural; it comes from within.  I like the labor; it's exercise, often it can be difficult.  It’s spiritual. It calls for determination, a strong back, and a creative spirit.  I find creativity in the mow.  I earn simple income.  I study to learn so to grow so to provide knowledgeable service to customers.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3015634750919085041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/08/each-obstacle-is-blessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/3015634750919085041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/3015634750919085041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/08/each-obstacle-is-blessing.html' title='Each Obstacle is a Blessing'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p--3HwOKAFQ/Tj816kFOW9I/AAAAAAAAANg/DZ1OaLITeFE/s72-c/boulder_in_road_pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-8427992132087962843</id><published>2011-07-23T08:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:19:04.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rising Tide of Mess</title><summary type='text'>I can't say, in the "fb" vernacular, I "like" any of this; my inventory is fruitless.  I don't like objectifying it either, with my little commentary; the suffering is unspeakable, and the labor to learn to carry the suffering is suffering itself. I want to see the one God who suffers for us.  Oh dear . . . Culture, I can't even use a possessive, erodes around us.  What my parents felt decent and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8427992132087962843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-rising-tide-of-mess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/8427992132087962843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/8427992132087962843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-rising-tide-of-mess.html' title='Rising Tide of Mess'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4-mwdeYc_NI/Tiq8Vu2DB1I/AAAAAAAAANY/kGVOXIpai9I/s72-c/24oslo-cham-custom2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-7040986423025828315</id><published>2011-07-18T17:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:25:36.001-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stewardship'/><title type='text'>Food in the Garden</title><summary type='text'>I have a customer, a couple, Bob and Sara, who’re elderly; in their eighties.  Their backyard is an oasis of green vitality, and of fruit trees and bushes, flowering shrubs, and garden flowers and vegetables. Birds are at home. There's a birdhouse subdivision, and many bird feeders.  This backyard is orderly, each shrub or fruit tree is squared off with cedar timber, and the vegetable and flower </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7040986423025828315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/07/food-in-garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/7040986423025828315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/7040986423025828315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/07/food-in-garden.html' title='Food in the Garden'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TSefgeQtJow/TiStMe4WE8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/qSthfFmpWyk/s72-c/mpix73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-8637912957707732559</id><published>2011-07-14T08:50:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T17:30:43.304-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Man / 1 Mower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stewardship'/><title type='text'>Water in the Garden</title><summary type='text'>It’s July, and it’s hot and humid.  I drink water, pouring it into me, and it sweats out.  Hydrating is essential, or in the night I cramp-up, and it’s a painful cost.All customers are considerate of the work I do, and the heat and humidity I work in, and all my customers ask me if I’d like water to drink.  Often I say, “No, thank you.”  I bring cold water to drink, and I purchase and drink </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8637912957707732559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/07/water-in-garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/8637912957707732559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/8637912957707732559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/07/water-in-garden.html' title='Water in the Garden'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9iCb_1api4k/Th7nZbsLbPI/AAAAAAAAANI/4txxEbuE3Yk/s72-c/mpix73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-3286114315917463360</id><published>2011-04-06T10:29:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T10:51:44.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth Family'/><title type='text'>Charles' Poem</title><summary type='text'>Dear Tara and Bill,  I am busy reworking some poems that I laid aside last year – debating whether to incorporate all the changes suggested in various and sundry poetry workshops.  Now I’ve returned to the original, made some changes and am re-circulating it amongst family members for comment.  I had assumed that I sent it to you two years ago but cannot find the evidence in my stored emails.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3286114315917463360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/04/uncle-charles-old-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/3286114315917463360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/3286114315917463360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/04/uncle-charles-old-poem.html' title='Charles&apos; Poem'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JPEkfFtOnRM/TZx9kwm4hiI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IaUaUJZOyhE/s72-c/misc007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-1098093884860036174</id><published>2011-04-05T11:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:48:54.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Robbie and Anne</title><summary type='text'>If I were my pre-adolescent Bill Collins and I was looking at Robby and Anne, as in this picture, I imagine Robby, who seems to be pointing, might be saying, "Danger Bill Collins, danger!"  Anne looks comely and shapely.  Ah, my adolescent fantasies intrude.  Robbie is the mechanical stiff, and Anne is in touch with her cognitive and emotional faculties sensing and feeling about her helpful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1098093884860036174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/04/robbie-and-anne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1098093884860036174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1098093884860036174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/04/robbie-and-anne.html' title='Robbie and Anne'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASQQN4b_klY/TZsylloUH2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/ElU7bOYT3Hw/s72-c/robby_anne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-4063819058010592536</id><published>2011-04-05T10:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:36:19.723-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stewardship'/><title type='text'>Stewardship: My Boast</title><summary type='text'>I deliberately began responding to God’s call after I became a Daddy, and I felt church attendance wasn’t enough. I wanted a Godly life beyond bricks &amp; mortar, and one response was to start to live my question, “How do I act out God’s call?” I’m guy who reads the book, how to Be a Monastic and not Leave Your Day Job. I’m the guy doing The Book of Common Prayer daily devotion, and I’m the guy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4063819058010592536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/04/stewardship-my-boast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4063819058010592536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4063819058010592536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/04/stewardship-my-boast.html' title='Stewardship: My Boast'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--G5Caf7MoG4/TZsohU4vmnI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CKCAKQxRptU/s72-c/41d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-4569566097107518214</id><published>2011-03-21T12:51:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T07:55:10.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stewardship Conference</title><summary type='text'>Welcome to the 8th Stewardship Conference of the Episcopal Diocese of East Tennessee. I am Bill Collins, and I serve as chair of the Stewardship Commission; this place is the Church of the Ascension, the Rev. Dr. Howard Hess, Rector, and on behalf of the commission I thank him for accommodating us.  I want to thank Bishop Charles vonRosenberg for his support of the conferences; it's 1 of 15 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4569566097107518214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/03/welcome-to-8th-stewardship-conference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4569566097107518214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4569566097107518214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/03/welcome-to-8th-stewardship-conference.html' title='Stewardship Conference'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GZfHs9HPQoI/TYeGC_zkMdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xuyN_H7LF_0/s72-c/WK-AX016_ARENA_G_20110223164439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-7486164098817624703</id><published>2011-01-20T17:17:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:04:33.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth Family'/><title type='text'>Townsend's Wedding</title><summary type='text'>A good time ago I came to spot and said, “Here I will stand.”  For me, and for my family, your wedding marks a new time.  Two people, two families, and many strands, being interwoven, in the manner of The Spirit, who sustains and blesses us all.  I want to welcome my nephew Micah Collins and fiancé Vanessa Carrión.  Thank you for traveling to celebrate T &amp; J’s wedding.  I'm honored you've given </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7486164098817624703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-occasion-of-townsend-and-jennifers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/7486164098817624703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/7486164098817624703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-occasion-of-townsend-and-jennifers.html' title='Townsend&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/TTi2dFNDv0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/6JfM027_lrU/s72-c/fea005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-5372784943588181783</id><published>2010-12-25T09:54:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T16:03:29.271-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stewardship'/><title type='text'>Celebrate the Christmas</title><summary type='text'>We always found a way to celebrate Christmas; a family ritual that coexisted with, but transcended, all other events.  Its harder now.  We're dispersed over land and time, loved ones have died, differences exist. Even so the new light and growing season will come again.  I try to remember it's Love in us, that's given for each other, that ties us together; a connection beyond the geographical, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5372784943588181783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/12/celebrate-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/5372784943588181783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/5372784943588181783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/12/celebrate-christmas.html' title='Celebrate the Christmas'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/TRYIYWMyfcI/AAAAAAAAAL8/rlBt1ht8_BA/s72-c/misc007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-7333215629248029322</id><published>2010-12-17T21:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:08:27.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transports'/><title type='text'>Buddy</title><summary type='text'>The run was last-minute.  Would I go to Jefferson County Animal Shelter to pick up a basset? The basset had been turned in.  The owner had tried to "band" the dog (Buddy was basset's name) as in castrate his Buddy.  My words feel inadequate; maybe the pix tells more. A pliers like device, it must work inversely, stretches a small, thick, rubber band to about 2" round, to allow the testicles to be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7333215629248029322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/12/buddy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/7333215629248029322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/7333215629248029322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/12/buddy.html' title='Buddy'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/TQwYln0gbVI/AAAAAAAAALw/ANEFspCpDJU/s72-c/Buddy%2B%253A%2BBRBR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-4805729323676397870</id><published>2010-12-03T19:55:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T21:30:54.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transports'/><title type='text'>Allie: An Update</title><summary type='text'>I was at the "heinzie" way-station, again, to drop off rescued bassets.  Allie was there, at the door, to greet the bassets.Allie's picture at the pen door says it all.  Standing, above the pack, paws up, eager to welcome to see what's new; bright, focused, engaged eyes and body; no holding back.I sat on the bench.  She seemed to make a point of coming to me, to greet me, and, though she hung </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4805729323676397870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/12/allie-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4805729323676397870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4805729323676397870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/12/allie-update.html' title='Allie: An Update'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/TPmX1Xk89zI/AAAAAAAAALo/qUFhx6gVsP0/s72-c/Allie%2BXed%2B-%2BARG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-8531896978986892547</id><published>2010-12-01T08:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T09:21:53.832-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transports'/><title type='text'>Allie</title><summary type='text'>Allie's a game gal, that one.   Happy to be out of a veterinary kennel, a liberation perhaps, but, once Allie saw the V-wagon, was afraid and trembling. Once in, she cowered to floor; once I started to drive she clung any part of herself she could put onto me. Ohh this breaks my heart.  Motion sickness was a problem; later, it was evident she'd had a full meal.  She cowered to fit into an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8531896978986892547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/12/allie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/8531896978986892547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/8531896978986892547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/12/allie.html' title='Allie'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/TPZYnwPL9qI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YrQb45u_LOA/s72-c/Allie%2B2%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-2895093188229815238</id><published>2010-08-21T20:52:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:07:10.421-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stewardship'/><title type='text'>Ordinary Time</title><summary type='text'>Summertime is ordinary church time, a season of doing, mostly outside.  I look outward, bein’ away from church for a time, and choir for the summer.  For you, maybe vacationin’ or travelin’ afar, maybe sittin’ round with nothin’ goin’ on, stayin’ connected but mostly bein’ with your kids and family, grillin’ &amp; chillin’, maybe doin’ church worship but not so much focused inside church life.  It’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2895093188229815238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/08/ordinary-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2895093188229815238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2895093188229815238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/08/ordinary-time.html' title='Ordinary Time'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/THB5SZo6NpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/C9ksjEE66R4/s72-c/tacuin12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-1410789338490891106</id><published>2010-07-19T09:22:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T10:14:44.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Western Reserve Academy: An Open Letter</title><summary type='text'>Mr. Thomas MooreDirector of PublicationsWestern Reserve Academy

115 College StreetHudson, OH 44236Dear Mr. Moore:I've received the Spring 2010 Alumni Record.It's an impressive document. It packages WRA's purpose: a narrative presentation to alumni about the Special Report: The Future of WRA.I see a summary of corporate process for alumni whose giving helps sustain it.  I see content as process </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1410789338490891106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/07/western-reserve-academy-open-letter-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1410789338490891106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1410789338490891106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/07/western-reserve-academy-open-letter-to.html' title='Western Reserve Academy: An Open Letter'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-8707357465423912625</id><published>2010-07-18T19:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:45:54.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Any?</title><summary type='text'>I have a friend who asked, Have you been blogging any?No, I said, I'm not. I've just sort of stopped.Why?, my friend asked.Well, I don't know. I guess I feel like no one reads it any way, and, well, why bother?  It takes a lot of work and effort my thoughts into a coherent effort.But one person might read it. And that person may like it. Besides if you feel like you have something to say its good</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8707357465423912625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/07/have-you-been-blogging-any.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/8707357465423912625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/8707357465423912625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/07/have-you-been-blogging-any.html' title='Blogging Any?'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-3436787044246115145</id><published>2010-04-05T17:26:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:24:21.885-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stewardship'/><title type='text'>Washing Feet</title><summary type='text'>I first experienced foot washing in St. James.  Maundy is an uncommon word, not often used in the church; it's unused in culture so it stands out.  A cultural remnant and commemoration of what?  “A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another.”  Jesus said this to the Apostles after He’d washed their feet before their Last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3436787044246115145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/04/maundy-thursday-washing-feet-of-poor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/3436787044246115145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/3436787044246115145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/04/maundy-thursday-washing-feet-of-poor.html' title='Washing Feet'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/S8OsoyIjQoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VEH8OgAXv00/s72-c/footwashing2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-4636875822397519568</id><published>2010-04-03T21:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T18:59:47.335-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transports'/><title type='text'>Spice</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  Spice is a lady, and was so on our transport.  Tessa, in the wagon first, was possessive of a bone she had and was unwelcoming to Spice.  The v-tek and I, somehow, managed to put Spice in the crate, Tessa makin’ a growlin’ rowdy fuss 'bout the bone all the while; shout out to CM for the crate; coulda' been a little come to jesus meetin' right off.  Spice seemed to harrumph, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4636875822397519568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/04/spice-on-transport.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4636875822397519568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4636875822397519568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/04/spice-on-transport.html' title='Spice'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-6678253457251466597</id><published>2010-04-02T09:30:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:05:51.170-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 Random Bits'/><title type='text'>Random 4</title><summary type='text'>There musta been a gazillion hats hanging from its' ceiling rafters; all types. It was called The Mad Hatter. I have no clue how they got there. All sorts of people hung out there. It did not wear its class on its sleeve; it hung it from its ceiling.This in contrast to The Raveled Sleeve, which catered to prepped-out southerners in entry-level Wall Street banks and investment houses. This place </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6678253457251466597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-random-thing-4-mad-hatter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6678253457251466597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6678253457251466597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-random-thing-4-mad-hatter.html' title='Random 4'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-486994312592717047</id><published>2010-03-25T12:19:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:38:55.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a Rummagin'</title><summary type='text'>Wife and I recently 'tended a church rummage sale.  In years past it's been a great one, which means lotsa excitin' energy in the air, lotsa people scurryin' 'round clutchin' lotsa stuff, and lotsa buyin'.  It's well sorted, organized, and priced.  We've 'bout always found somethin' we like.My rule is: buy what I like and what I think I need.I found a towel rack.  It lay next to a rolling pin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/486994312592717047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/03/rummage-at-church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/486994312592717047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/486994312592717047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/03/rummage-at-church.html' title='a Rummagin&apos;'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-1501339451152034208</id><published>2010-02-18T10:23:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:47:45.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Became a Secretary</title><summary type='text'>I liked shop. I got really good grades in shop; aka, "industrial arts." I got mediocre grades in other academic subjects; I excelled in shop. Industrial arts linked an academic narrative with hands-on learning to a machine I could manipulate and produce an object that help the prospect for use and admiration. Shop was a requirement for males, just as home economics was for females, in the public </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1501339451152034208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-became-secretary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1501339451152034208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1501339451152034208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-became-secretary.html' title='I Became a Secretary'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/S31kRM3LIOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cy7KND94wBs/s72-c/17conversation-custom1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-722683103015635082</id><published>2010-02-09T09:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:08:10.388-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 Random Bits'/><title type='text'>Random 3</title><summary type='text'>I'm the father of two, a boy, 24, and a girl, 20. I'm a daddy, which is to say, I feel like a daddy even though I'm the non-custodial bio-parent who never left town. I wanted to be married; it's a mystery, maybe a calling. It may have had something to do with my enchantment with my parents’ black &amp; white wedding photos that I used to look at as a boy. The photos are as much of the setting, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/722683103015635082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-bit-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/722683103015635082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/722683103015635082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-bit-3.html' title='Random 3'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-1452885999265433199</id><published>2010-01-31T11:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:47:31.963-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stewardship'/><title type='text'>Family Illness, continued</title><summary type='text'>Granny's life is at risk; she seems to me to be in a place she said she never wanted to be. Certainly it's changed forever. I can't foresee how it will be as it used to be for her or for any of her loved ones.I walked to the hospital. Her family was gathered around her bed. Granny was tired; she moved her bruised hand when prompted. She closed the right eye she could open. She sleeps. Her right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1452885999265433199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-family-illness-continued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1452885999265433199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1452885999265433199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-family-illness-continued.html' title='Family Illness, continued'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-2406529375770099037</id><published>2010-01-28T11:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T21:33:20.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Illness</title><summary type='text'>We have a trauma in the family; Granny's life's at risk; a bleed from cerebral amyloid angiopathy. My interior life has moved into slow motion. It's not sticky or muddy; it's constricted. The sun is bright, the sky blue turning grayish from an approaching snow storm. It's cold in the room where I write. TV's still a content of redundancies of programs I've never liked. I feel danger; there's no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2406529375770099037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-family-illness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2406529375770099037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2406529375770099037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-family-illness.html' title='Family Illness'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-6224359077070597689</id><published>2009-10-19T14:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:45:54.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck!</title><summary type='text'>I'm checked, blocked, mired, stuck. Betwixt and between, at sixes and sevens, caught, snagged, snared, stuck. I'm the fly on tape zizzing my wings going nowhere wearing myself down. Worse? I'm doing it to myself. I just hate that. Oook.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6224359077070597689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/10/stuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6224359077070597689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6224359077070597689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/10/stuck.html' title='Stuck!'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-3082076949818651902</id><published>2009-09-11T11:11:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:47:31.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Twin Towers</title><summary type='text'>I watch the twin towers growing up into the skyline as I attend New York University. My twin towers grew slowly into my skyline. Philippe Petit walks his tightrope from one twin to its other. It was a sensation. I take my twin towers for granted.
The twin towers were my destination. I rode my bike to and around them on lower Manhattan's sunny streets and avenues. They loom over me. Their plaza </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3082076949818651902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/09/twin-towers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/3082076949818651902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/3082076949818651902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/09/twin-towers.html' title='My Twin Towers'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/Sqp7pYlEPsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oepPX_Cn4Xk/s72-c/flickr-jan22-wtc-plaza-globe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-1877928725016227525</id><published>2009-08-31T09:46:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T21:17:46.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh and Soul</title><summary type='text'>What does fresh have to do with soul?The American Heritage dictionary of the English Language defines soul as,The animating and vital principal in human beings, credited with the faculties of thought, action, and emotion, and often conceived as an immaterial entity. By the same source, among multiple definitions  fresh is defined as, Recently made, produced, or harvested, and as Having just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1877928725016227525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/08/fresh-and-soul.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1877928725016227525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1877928725016227525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/08/fresh-and-soul.html' title='Fresh and Soul'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/Spveq-GF-mI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GGpNUo9um5M/s72-c/bibl013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-4970931681173006637</id><published>2009-08-07T09:51:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T15:18:32.717-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 Random Bits'/><title type='text'>Random 2</title><summary type='text'>I'm from Connecticut. My mother's birth family, Savage, lived in CT since 1649 and some still do. The Savage clan had a farm in Berlin. My father's family, Collins, had lived in CT since the late 19th century. They were railroaders. Some were active in local CT politics. His Uncle was a Mayor of the City of Hartford. His brother, James F. Collins ran for Congress but lost; my father financed his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4970931681173006637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-bit-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4970931681173006637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4970931681173006637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-bit-2.html' title='Random 2'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SpAQWKbIGZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q5N_39l7Q7k/s72-c/RandomWalk2DLattice_1000.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-6046452773335946255</id><published>2009-08-07T09:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T07:56:25.552-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stewardship'/><title type='text'>Pothole Story ~ A Story of Failure</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time, on a Monday, a man was walking down a road.  All of a sudden, out of nowhere, he found himself at the bottom of a big, dark place.  It was scary!  After several hours, he figured out that he had fallen into a very large pothole.  He wasn't able to get out on his own--actually it required a lot of help to get out, but eventually he did get out.  It was awful.The very next day--</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6046452773335946255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/08/pothole-story-story-of-failure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6046452773335946255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6046452773335946255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/08/pothole-story-story-of-failure.html' title='Pothole Story ~ A Story of Failure'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SpAPJTMivMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_QbvU2mRg0k/s72-c/pothole-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-1307531205782015960</id><published>2009-07-26T09:01:00.028-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T07:50:56.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth Family'/><title type='text'>America's Cup '62 ~ "Weatherly" vs. "Gretel"</title><summary type='text'>A long time ago, September, 1962, in what now feels like another era, my family attended an America’s Cup Regatta race on Narragansett Bay, off Newport, RI.  I was 11.  We were on “R.I.P” our family cruiser. It was a Huckins, descendant of WWII PT-boats.  It had twin diesel engines and balls of power.There were hundreds of vessels, all shapes and sizes, everyone bobbing, straining for binocular </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1307531205782015960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/07/weatherly-vs-gretel-americas-cup-1962.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1307531205782015960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1307531205782015960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/07/weatherly-vs-gretel-americas-cup-1962.html' title='America&apos;s Cup &apos;62 ~ &quot;Weatherly&quot; vs. &quot;Gretel&quot;'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SueKK4O8V4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/yxXgiroPgpc/s72-c/weather2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-7583153659073363878</id><published>2009-07-15T18:14:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:46:48.798-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stewardship'/><title type='text'>Stewardship into Day-to-Day Living</title><summary type='text'>My actions are my only true belongings. I cannot escape the consequences of my actions. My actions are the ground on which I stand. Stewardship is action. Stewardship is doing. Stewardship is transformation.Stewardship is weaving my day to day living with my beliefs.Be an ambassador for Christ: 2 Corinthians: 16-21Give of my treasure to the Body of Christ or  a ChurchWork towards the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7583153659073363878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/07/stewardship-in-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/7583153659073363878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/7583153659073363878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/07/stewardship-in-living.html' title='Stewardship into Day-to-Day Living'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SueF8hS8amI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/koFf05HKoss/s72-c/bibl018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-7468702549534361172</id><published>2009-07-14T08:01:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:08:33.242-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 Random Bits'/><title type='text'>Random 1</title><summary type='text'>I was born into my family hierarchy as a follower. I am the youngest of three. My father called my older brother #1 son, a la Charlie Chan, and called me #2 son. I don't recall he ever called our oldest sister #1 daughter. My dad would've seen Charlie Chan and I suspect he'd have liked the character.  My dad was the oldest in his family, and my mom was the oldest in hers. I speculate that, as all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7468702549534361172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-bit-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/7468702549534361172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/7468702549534361172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-bit-1.html' title='Random 1'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SpAP1md-IbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FCltwKy6YhY/s72-c/RandomWalk2DLattice_1000.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-6009223279541326288</id><published>2009-07-13T20:14:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T18:58:55.971-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 Random Bits'/><title type='text'>Random Sweet William</title><summary type='text'>I am the youngest child of three.I am from Connecticut.I am a father of two.My first wife picked me up in a bar; I sense on a dare.My second wife picked me up in a church.I sing in church choir from time to time.I attended private schools for almost all my education.I made toys with artist William Accorsi; Google him.I love New York City; I'm glad I lived there.I drove a taxi in NYC.I have a BA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6009223279541326288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/07/25-random-bits-about-sweet-william.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6009223279541326288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6009223279541326288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/07/25-random-bits-about-sweet-william.html' title='Random Sweet William'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-6959470744194395980</id><published>2009-06-30T12:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:48:54.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iraqi Oil and China</title><summary type='text'>Today the NY Times publishes an article  about how China is aggressively bidding on Iraqi oil reserves.I have always intuitively believed the Iraq Was was about oil. Yes, it's been about Saddam Hussein, Al Quaeda, and WMD's too, but economics always play a role in the weave in the fabric of international policy and international relations.Let's face it Iraq has a lot of untapped and inefficiently</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6959470744194395980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/iraqi-oil-and-china.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6959470744194395980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6959470744194395980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/iraqi-oil-and-china.html' title='Iraqi Oil and China'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-9067773175309876301</id><published>2009-06-29T08:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:48:54.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><summary type='text'>I've taken my FB page down, for now. It's like looking in the mirror; it's boring. And it's a conceit to "use" it a marketing tool. And, yes, as a marketing tool it's effective, it's a diary, and it's a small one. But only if a person chooses to read it. For anyone else, except the IRS and the NSA, who cares?If Melville or London used FB it would've turned out to be fascinating. In the end maybe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/9067773175309876301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/9067773175309876301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/9067773175309876301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-604319606616637586</id><published>2009-06-13T08:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:45:58.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Man / 1 Mower'/><title type='text'>Mow Low ~ Mow High?</title><summary type='text'>To mow too low is to stress the grass. Many lawn problems are the result of a low mow. Grass shorn too close to soil is more likely to succumb to poor rainfall or drought, foot traffic, inadequate sun, or insects. Grass shorn too high from soil leads customers to believe a provider is working to increase income. Ideally a mow should shear 1/3 of the grass leaf.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/604319606616637586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/mow-low-mow-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/604319606616637586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/604319606616637586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/mow-low-mow-high.html' title='Mow Low ~ Mow High?'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-1373807973773276811</id><published>2009-06-12T09:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:45:18.301-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Man / 1 Mower'/><title type='text'>Showery Days</title><summary type='text'>Grass is a plant; it has roots. Lawns need about 1" of rain, or watering, a week. Deep water penetration helps roots grow down. Shallow water penetration helps roots grow sideways. Soil composition makes the water amount vary and shapes what direction roots will grow. If soil has a lot of clay water tends to run off. If soil is sandy water tends to soak in. Grass roots seek water and will grow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1373807973773276811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/showery-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1373807973773276811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1373807973773276811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/showery-days.html' title='Showery Days'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SltypOXerFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i1h5XPezkKA/s72-c/lawn_20care_esjl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-2140233423344709867</id><published>2009-06-08T15:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:00:48.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Man / 1 Mower'/><title type='text'>1Man/1Mower at 8 Weeks</title><summary type='text'>I decided to venture into 1Man / 1Mower becauseI can work outdoorsI like to mowI like to use and learn about the machinery and its vocabularyHealth is an asset I can rely upon now and lawn care helps me sustain physical activityI felt I could grow into the work and study of it over the next 10 to 15 years.The 8 week results are in and it's a start, we all have to start somewhere, but there's lots</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2140233423344709867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/1man1mower-8-week-assesment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2140233423344709867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2140233423344709867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/1man1mower-8-week-assesment.html' title='1Man/1Mower at 8 Weeks'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-7208390356297764521</id><published>2009-06-07T13:33:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:47:31.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind Blows Where It Chooses, And You Hear the Sound of It</title><summary type='text'>When I was thirteen my birth family's house was next to a bird sanctuary. In winter storm the wind blew. I could hear it because it blew through the sanctuary. At times the experience was a memorable winter sound &amp; sight, trees and wind melding into a bluster whooshy sway. This I recall from wind deep in the night.The winter nights were often punctuated by my father's drunkenness. He'd sit and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7208390356297764521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/wind-blows-where-it-chooses-and-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/7208390356297764521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/7208390356297764521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/wind-blows-where-it-chooses-and-you.html' title='Wind Blows Where It Chooses, And You Hear the Sound of It'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-4263745398881411906</id><published>2009-06-06T10:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:48:54.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Praise of Praise</title><summary type='text'>. . . there are few things in middle age as wonderful as having streets lined with people who cheer you just for running by.I used to be a runner. If I ran a marathon I'd want some cheering. I'd need some cheering. I cannot imagine doing anything and not receiving some sort of recognition, thanks, or remuneration in return. It's only natural to want some praise.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4263745398881411906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-praise-of-praise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4263745398881411906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4263745398881411906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-praise-of-praise.html' title='In Praise of Praise'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-4548471546408298518</id><published>2009-06-02T09:27:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:45:54.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muses</title><summary type='text'>"I love your blog, it's a little wordy, but it's how I keep up with you!" Tara enthused. Me? I can't believe I've more than 2 readers, in a good month maybe 3. My blog breaks every design suggestion for increasing readership. Question does my blog count my logging on as a visit? If so I alone maintain the 80 / 20 principle. 80% of visits are from me. I can only shake my head.Here are 7 citations;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4548471546408298518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/muses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4548471546408298518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4548471546408298518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/muses.html' title='Muses'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-3190252473992793229</id><published>2009-05-28T19:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:12:38.492-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stewardship'/><title type='text'>Can't Keep From Singing</title><summary type='text'>I'm in my church choir and I can't keep from singing.One of my natural gifts is musical. I'm blessed with pitch discrimination and tonal memory. I'm also blessed with rhythm memory but this isn't so strong. My pitch and tonal gifts are in the 90th percentiles.This natural gift was measured by the Johnson O'Connor Research Foundation http://www.jocrf.org/. This foundation is the place to test what</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3190252473992793229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-keep-from-singing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/3190252473992793229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/3190252473992793229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-keep-from-singing.html' title='Can&apos;t Keep From Singing'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/Sh8fSNgTU9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cnvvXRyfELY/s72-c/lowryr1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-4274543444790286590</id><published>2009-05-25T10:36:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:48:54.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>348</title><summary type='text'>348 was my Selective Service lottery number. It was pulled on December 1, 1969. Buttons were fashioned soon after and sold in shops in Greenwich Village; have something to proclaim, say it &amp; wear it on a button, like a campaign button. I picked up a yellow one with black 348 Gil Sans numbers on it. I wore it on my calf length winter army-surplus brass buttoned wool coat. It felt authentic and it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4274543444790286590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/05/348.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4274543444790286590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4274543444790286590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/05/348.html' title='348'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/ShrfDduJIUI/AAAAAAAAAII/-JReiJ-dueA/s72-c/image001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-6713047952577948400</id><published>2009-05-08T08:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:58:45.933-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stewardship'/><title type='text'>Wealth</title><summary type='text'>Print Ridder says,"Never measure wealth by money."Wealth is an abundance of valuable material possessions or resources.Capital is an abundance of money. It is a resource.Wealth is not money.Stewardship is not money.Stewardship is what we do with resources.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.amctv.com/originals/brokentrail/' title='Wealth'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6713047952577948400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/05/wealth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6713047952577948400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6713047952577948400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/05/wealth.html' title='Wealth'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SgQrOCdwVpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Da27Ph2QZYg/s72-c/section_hdr_broken-trail.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-7489113651383224233</id><published>2009-05-01T10:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:06:47.286-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stewardship'/><title type='text'>Stewardship &amp; Fresh</title><summary type='text'>Stewardship is helping us see our abundance.Stewardship is connecting us to what is authentic and healthful.Stewardship is facilitating, creating, and therefore revealing authenticity in every person.Stewardship is connecting us to our human nature.Stewardship is connecting us in a faith community that we sense is helping us to see abundance.Stewardship is connecting us to the I AM of the natural</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7489113651383224233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/05/stewardship-fresh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/7489113651383224233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/7489113651383224233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/05/stewardship-fresh.html' title='Stewardship &amp; Fresh'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-1887536415637282703</id><published>2009-04-29T12:09:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:48:54.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh</title><summary type='text'>I've just read about a book, "Fresh" by Susanne Freidberg, a professor at Dartmouth College. "Fresh" is published by Belknap, 408 pages, $29.95. She also posts at the NY Times Freakonomics blog. Just what is "fresh"? What does Prof. Freidberg sense contemporary culture means by the word fresh? How is that meaning applied by marketers keen to use it, keen to sell it? There was a time in my </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.hup.harvard.edu/catalog/FREFRE.html' title='Fresh'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1887536415637282703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/fresh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1887536415637282703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1887536415637282703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/fresh.html' title='Fresh'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SgCSYaDSqVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7s9Pu4S1A4w/s72-c/Fresh+Shrimp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-2284519911861733265</id><published>2009-04-24T15:42:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T11:59:54.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint George Island ~ Leisure</title><summary type='text'>





















Leisure is thankful, being thankful, the abundant resources in our lives
when many lose or have never known it. Leisure is how do we do thankful.




We're heading down through flat western Georgia peanut, walnut, pecan
country, below the southern Appalachian mountain chain terminus to the gulf.
It's breezy warm day cool night and all sound of high and low water tides
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2284519911861733265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/saint-george-island-holiday-leisure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2284519911861733265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2284519911861733265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/saint-george-island-holiday-leisure.html' title='Saint George Island ~ Leisure'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SfIijEv8TZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8KWmg3RZLew/s72-c/St.+George+Island++FL++Apr+May+08' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-6397716619063284837</id><published>2009-04-16T10:39:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T21:20:55.268-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Man / 1 Mower'/><title type='text'>Sign of the Times</title><summary type='text'>I'm fortunate, at the age of 58, to have the resources to begin to do work I've never done before. It's a paradigm shift for me. I call the work 1Man / 1Mower. It's yard work. I enjoy it, people pay $$$$ in return for my labor, I get exercise, I work outdoors, and I'm learning new stuff. So it's a positive personal 5-Star paradigm shift.I've been letting my grass grow, waiting, so to mow it high.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6397716619063284837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/sign-of-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6397716619063284837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6397716619063284837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/sign-of-times.html' title='Sign of the Times'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SedG1uHq61I/AAAAAAAAAHo/B9dBubDocwM/s72-c/DSCN0503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-395516190349379428</id><published>2009-04-15T21:42:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:20:05.251-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stewardship'/><title type='text'>Regina caeli laetare</title><summary type='text'>I had some work at the Knoxville Botanical Garden and Arboretum. I blew leaves and weeded. I worked with Tonya. We were maintaining a garden bedthat's to be redesigned and replanted in the fall. It was the day after Easter Sunday.After a bit all I could hear was the Regina caeli latare, by the Venetian, Antonio Lotti (1667 - 1740), which the choir at St. James Episcopal, Knoxville, TN., performed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/395516190349379428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/regina-caeli-laetare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/395516190349379428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/395516190349379428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/regina-caeli-laetare.html' title='Regina caeli laetare'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SeaWurFOE8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/lLNidDGJwBg/s72-c/madon_heav_dur.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-4436261633129701068</id><published>2009-04-09T12:30:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:32:59.484-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><title type='text'>Checklist for Lent ~ Question Eight</title><summary type='text'>Finally, and most importantly, what is your relationship with Christ? What is your relationship with prayer? With scripture? With worship and the sacraments? With the reality of your own sin?Wow, question eight packs a wallop. And it's six questions, and so six answers, in one!Well I'm a sinner, no question. I miss the mark more than I hit it. I've often failed to do what I ought to have done. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4436261633129701068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/checklist-for-lent-question-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4436261633129701068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4436261633129701068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/checklist-for-lent-question-eight.html' title='Checklist for Lent ~ Question Eight'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/Sd4w8nE-FzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0hEhAL6V2uw/s72-c/peop012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-834203021885534232</id><published>2009-04-08T09:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:47:48.301-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><title type='text'>Checklist for Lent ~ Question Seven</title><summary type='text'>What is your relationship with what you believe to be your purpose in life?I've been putting an answer off to this question. I could go on, blah, blah, blah, and the answer feels difficult . . . as if from a deep place inside me. And to go inside, takes a deep breath, a sort of summoning, and insight.I'm reminded of when I begin to exercise. I always just have to begin and overcome my inertia. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/834203021885534232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/checklist-for-lent-question-seven.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/834203021885534232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/834203021885534232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/checklist-for-lent-question-seven.html' title='Checklist for Lent ~ Question Seven'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SdyzJipXx8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/o9KDYDQdBmI/s72-c/bibl007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-303582307603952585</id><published>2009-04-07T09:31:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:48:54.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BoA's 9.9% Fixed Interest Rate: Dust in the Wind</title><summary type='text'>Dust in the wind.All we are is dust in the wind.Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky.It slips away and all your money won't another minute buy."Dust in the Wind" is a fine tune by Kansas centered on the biblical notion that we come from dust and we all will return to dust. You may see &amp; listen to the YouTube video here.The Bank of America (BoA) is the bank behind my American</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/303582307603952585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/boas-99-fixed-interest-rate-dust-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/303582307603952585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/303582307603952585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/boas-99-fixed-interest-rate-dust-in.html' title='BoA&apos;s 9.9% Fixed Interest Rate: Dust in the Wind'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SdtqW4pNttI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nv6LH5db88A/s72-c/new_Banklogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-1775816030504980218</id><published>2009-03-31T19:14:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:26:31.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><title type='text'>Checklist for Lent ~ Question Six</title><summary type='text'>What is your relationship with people of color or different ethnic origin of your own? I've written about this a bit in a SweetWilliamNow entry called Odetta. In my family the American negro was a particular category. Ethnic origin, well, it's a little different, but often not so much. My birth family was white Anglo-Scotch-Irish; not a hint or a whiff of color in our wood pile. My parents were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1775816030504980218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/checklist-for-lent-question-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1775816030504980218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1775816030504980218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/checklist-for-lent-question-six.html' title='Checklist for Lent ~ Question Six'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SdKzXW8MIGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-BxN6iAQJ-E/s72-c/misc005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-4378680556289366998</id><published>2009-03-28T20:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T08:44:04.810-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><title type='text'>Checklist for Lent ~ Question Five</title><summary type='text'>What is your relationship with the poor, the sick, the suffering? I define "relationship" as the condition or fact of being related; connection or association. And when I see and read the word "the" in front of poor, sick, suffering, I intuitively sense an association of "class", as in a class of people. This is intimidating because relative to a "class" of people I know I fall short. So for me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4378680556289366998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/checklist-for-lent-question-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4378680556289366998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4378680556289366998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/checklist-for-lent-question-five.html' title='Checklist for Lent ~ Question Five'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/Sc7OC3NlZeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/m_U7yLXKM8M/s72-c/peop026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-6421884406330417964</id><published>2009-03-28T09:14:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:04:38.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Judd Viburnum</title><summary type='text'>The viburnum is blooming, a sure sign of spring. We've two of these shrubs on a small terraced like mound flanking the upper and eastern property line along Amber.This year there are abundant multiple clusters of blossoms. Each cluster, called a cyme, is the size of an infant's fist and is comprised of multiple small five-petal blossoms. Each bud is deep pink and blossoms out to a velvety </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.backyardgardener.com/plantname/pda_5391.html' title='Judd Viburnum'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6421884406330417964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/judd-viburnum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6421884406330417964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6421884406330417964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/judd-viburnum.html' title='Judd Viburnum'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/Sc473AW2NoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/stuLJ_LKRvI/s72-c/Viburnun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-6828915879004717851</id><published>2009-03-25T17:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:27:23.350-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><title type='text'>Checklist for Lent ~ Question Four</title><summary type='text'>What is my relationship to my body, my emotions, and my mind?I take my body totally for granted. I take my emotions as the thermometer and barometer of my mind. I take my mind, and by mind I mean my ability for reason, analysis, and warehouse of experience, memory, as my partner and governor with and for my emotions.I'm blessed with good health, cardio-vascular stamina, hand/eye coordination, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6828915879004717851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/checklist-for-lent-question-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6828915879004717851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6828915879004717851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/checklist-for-lent-question-four.html' title='Checklist for Lent ~ Question Four'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/ScrhlE8J44I/AAAAAAAAAGY/1z1SDBp8vOc/s72-c/tacuin45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-5033652850024420630</id><published>2009-03-09T09:52:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T22:13:38.249-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><title type='text'>Checklist for Lent ~ Question Three</title><summary type='text'>

I think money is like a sixth sense without which I can't make a complete use of my other five senses. I work to feel alive and to feel the joy of my senses.
I work for money, yes, money drives me, yes, but as an end in itself, money to acquire and hold, no. I think acquiring money for its own sake is immoral; not that I don't see and feel the allure of it. But creating and hoarding money is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5033652850024420630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/checklist-for-lent-question-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/5033652850024420630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/5033652850024420630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/checklist-for-lent-question-three.html' title='Checklist for Lent ~ Question Three'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/Scl4Yjk5XbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3NMC8nqeY3k/s72-c/peop041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-5236759588771671059</id><published>2009-03-09T08:54:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:27:51.332-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><title type='text'>Checklist for Lent ~ Question Two</title><summary type='text'>What is my relationship to my work? Am I a slave to my work?I'm not a slave to my work. I place my work in a context of study, exercise, reflection and renewal, and thanksgiving. I try to keep work in balance with the other four; sometimes work takes more time, sometimes less time. I've taken forty years to arrive at this conclusion. I'm blessed in that I have enough education and God-given gifts</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5236759588771671059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/checklist-for-lent-question-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/5236759588771671059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/5236759588771671059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/checklist-for-lent-question-two.html' title='Checklist for Lent ~ Question Two'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SbUh3k0PhDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/L4QUE-bXFto/s72-c/peop051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-3791088046544680087</id><published>2009-03-07T10:41:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:28:03.602-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><title type='text'>Checklist for Lent ~ Question One</title><summary type='text'>What is my relationship with the most significant persons in your life? Truth to tell I'm not sure I can answer this question in my mind, let alone in a public blog entry. It seems daunting.I'd begin by naming who they are. My wife Angela, my children Townsend and Caroline, Angela's child Karen, and my sister Tara. So that's good news! I can list significant people.I'm reminded of the Buddha's 5 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3791088046544680087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/checklist-for-lent-question-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/3791088046544680087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/3791088046544680087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/checklist-for-lent-question-one.html' title='Checklist for Lent ~ Question One'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SbKiY72q07I/AAAAAAAAAGA/p22eQzMtHy0/s72-c/plan002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-1494523566045988844</id><published>2009-03-06T19:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T12:17:45.448-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Man / 1 Mower'/><title type='text'>1 Man / 1 Mower</title><summary type='text'>This year I begin 1 Man/1 Mower.1 Man/1 Mower is a lawn care service; trim, mow, and blow.I like to mow, it's something I know how to do, and I like to be outdoors.I know I'll be outdoors, not in an office.I know I'll be getting exercise.I know I'll be driving an old '84 brown Ford 150 truck; it's a V-8, 302 cubic inch engine. I test drove it today. I forgot to check the windshield wipers.Ron </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1494523566045988844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-man-1-mower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1494523566045988844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1494523566045988844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-man-1-mower.html' title='1 Man / 1 Mower'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SbG990uXSVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UXsoxi8zcwM/s72-c/Untitled+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-4341637421160421614</id><published>2009-03-05T17:46:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:57:07.443-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth Family'/><title type='text'>Born into Rebellion</title><summary type='text'>I was born to rebel but it wouldn't happen 'til later. I was a born follower in my birth family hierarchy. Follower was my niche, a survival skill and tool. I'm the youngest of three. My sister is the oldest. My Father called my older brother #1 son and I was #2 son, literally ala Charlie Chan. My dad didn't call my sister #1 child or #1 daughter.Sulloway summarizes Born To Rebel,Why are </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.sulloway.org/borntorebel.html' title='Born into Rebellion'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4341637421160421614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/born-into-rebellion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4341637421160421614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4341637421160421614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/born-into-rebellion.html' title='Born into Rebellion'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SbBZOhVhtVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1AYfGhgQgUs/s72-c/rebelbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-396446134043185510</id><published>2009-03-01T15:08:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T20:57:07.945-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Lords Prayer ~ SMS Style</title><summary type='text'>dad@hvn, ur spshl.we want wot u want&amp; urth 2b like hvn.giv us food&amp; 4giv r sinslyk we 4giv uvaz.pls don't test us,pls save us.bcos we kno ur boss, ur tuf, &amp; ur cool 4 eva.ok.tks b 2 my nees lee.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/396446134043185510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/lords-prayer-sms-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/396446134043185510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/396446134043185510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/lords-prayer-sms-style.html' title='Lords Prayer ~ SMS Style'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SartuWvNJFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9ErlJVf9ceQ/s72-c/Cap+G+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-6785047742781234079</id><published>2009-02-27T15:57:00.145-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T17:04:35.615-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><title type='text'>Lent List</title><summary type='text'>

The Lent List is a series of questions, which, if you read aloud, listen, inwardly ponder, and write your answers, are a spiritual reflection of your soul.

If you only read them all, if that's all you do in 40 days, then that's good enough. If you read and consider one question that's good enough. If you read, consider, and try to write one answer that's good enough. If you read, consider, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6785047742781234079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/02/checklist-for-lent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6785047742781234079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6785047742781234079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/02/checklist-for-lent.html' title='Lent List'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SaiKgzq8ODI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VZrfBbISSTU/s72-c/WoodBene190x537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-6232507599125995810</id><published>2009-02-24T13:20:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:58:15.300-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stewardship'/><title type='text'>Stewardship &amp; "Lape"</title><summary type='text'>I want to be a caring steward of the abundance in my life. I spend time thinking about stewardship. This doesn't mean I want to make money. It means I want to earn a living with the blessings and abundance that have been given to me. I want to deploy and employ my God-given gifts and talents. It's been a lifetime learning this.I like church life. In church life, and with any ministry by a parish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6232507599125995810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6232507599125995810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/02/stewardship-lape.html' title='Stewardship &amp;amp; &amp;quot;Lape&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SaRkM9PHfHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ddcorabQf0I/s72-c/apple-tree-blossomed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-2570829144854919948</id><published>2009-02-21T19:11:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:48:54.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod Therefore I Am</title><summary type='text'>iPod Therefore I Am is an essay by Peter Aspden that appeared on January 23, 2009 in the Financial Times. This essay is smart.The title iPod Therefore I Am is an update on Rene Descartes revelatory summary of self-consciousness, I think therefore I am. In "Wisdom of the West" the philosopher Bertrand Russell wrote, Descartes' famous formula 'I think therefore I am' is typical of this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2570829144854919948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/2570829144854919948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/02/ipray-therefore-i-am.html' title='iPod Therefore I Am'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SaCjEKsXBCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AzK76nscYHE/s72-c/descduck.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-8839517185032372246</id><published>2009-02-13T11:01:00.036-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:48:54.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Love . . .</title><summary type='text'>"The lights are on, but you’re not homeYour mind is not your ownYour heart sweats, your body shakesAnother kiss is what it takesYou can’t sleep, you can’t eatThere’s no doubt, you’re in deepYour throat is tight, you can’t breatheAnother kiss is all you needWhoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff, oh YeahIt’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough,you know you’re Gonna </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0U5JfGYx4c' title='Addicted to Love . . .'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8839517185032372246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-addicted-to-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/8839517185032372246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/8839517185032372246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-addicted-to-love.html' title='Addicted to Love . . .'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SZXLCkLuPPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-5u_O-sU31A/s72-c/jr6-sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-6761376322873678680</id><published>2009-02-06T10:38:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:59:17.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stewardship'/><title type='text'>Abundance</title><summary type='text'>And he told them a parable, saying, “The land of a rich man brought forth plentifully; and he thought to himself, ‘What shall I do, for I have nowhere to store my crops?’  And he said, ‘I will do this: I will pull down my barns, and build larger ones; and there I will store all my grain and my goods.  And I will say to my soul, Soul, you have ample goods laid up for many years; take your ease, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6761376322873678680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/02/poverty-abundance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6761376322873678680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/6761376322873678680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/02/poverty-abundance.html' title='Abundance'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SYxgKfyBtHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/igSFiSAcHCw/s72-c/migrantmother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-634563501582257403</id><published>2009-02-04T09:18:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:01:00.475-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth Family'/><title type='text'>Bailouts Redux . . .</title><summary type='text'>Can we stop with the tax evasion, and can we please stop with the "honest mistakes"? An apology is fine, I'm heartened by it, but it's not an excuse, which is what the "honest mistake" sounds like. The apologies, the give-backs, the repayments in hindsight that should have been made in the first place, feel like excuses. These all fray and tear at our trust. The ponzi schemes simply rip up trust.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/634563501582257403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/02/bailouts-redux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/634563501582257403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/634563501582257403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/02/bailouts-redux.html' title='Bailouts Redux . . .'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SYnFz3q4aOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VDTQoBV0LV8/s72-c/Grandpa-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-4483034654918197192</id><published>2009-02-03T10:44:00.104-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:22:47.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Tree</title><summary type='text'>As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. (Song of Solomon, 2:3)  



  

 During Christmas Season we sing "Jesus Christ the Apple Tree," often on the fourth Sunday after the Epiphany. I find the hymn's music and lyrics simple, tender, and emotionally rich. The title is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4483034654918197192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/02/jesus-christ-apple-tree.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4483034654918197192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/4483034654918197192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/02/jesus-christ-apple-tree.html' title='Apple Tree'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SYhuE4DfWvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1Xqghhzsa18/s72-c/toflrugraghu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-367271990972657302</id><published>2009-01-29T11:30:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:36:59.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Only!</title><summary type='text'>I see the signs. My eyesight is one. It's fraying. It started with my glaucoma. I'm losing my aim. In the Sloan Waterless Urinal has a little bee embedded in the porcelain. You can see for yourself in the men's room at West Town Mall. I read that in Europe flys replace bees. Yes, I still see the bee target.

Years ago I read a news item about reducing airport maintenance costs, particularly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/367271990972657302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-bee-for-men-only-if-youre-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/367271990972657302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/367271990972657302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-bee-for-men-only-if-youre-woman.html' title='Men Only!'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SYIQPOofHQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/p98ZdqJaa1k/s72-c/0008-0802-2718-2910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-1941758850010276262</id><published>2009-01-28T09:42:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:03:46.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Butternut</title><summary type='text'>Butternut, cucurbita moschata, is winter squash. "Winter" means it's in season in fall and winter and it has a tough exterior. It's a gourd, native to the Americas, and folks have been eating it awhile, some say since 5,500BC. I don't understand this guesstimate.I don't care for squash so I rarely choose to it eat. My mother grew up on a farm. She liked summer and winter squashes. I recall being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1941758850010276262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/01/butternut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1941758850010276262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/1941758850010276262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/01/butternut.html' title='Butternut'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SYB_vFucjkI/AAAAAAAAADk/vi5qGuYBTRw/s72-c/Butternut+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077536348567398301.post-3441797259579885275</id><published>2009-01-27T13:56:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:22:16.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes</title><summary type='text'>"If you know how rich you are, you are not rich. But me, I am not aware of the extent of my wealth. That's how rich we are. I did not have three thousand pair of shoes. I had one thousand and sixty."



Imelda Marcos was Ferdinand Marcos' wife. He was America's go-to guy in the Phillipines during the Viet Nam War. He was America's guy for 31 one years. He turned the Philippine government, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3441797259579885275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/01/imelda-marcos-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/3441797259579885275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6077536348567398301/posts/default/3441797259579885275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetwilliamnow.blogspot.com/2009/01/imelda-marcos-shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>Bill Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510765087823616063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-BvrI8VuTw/TsFi5u4ZKEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RyJOc1Wkqmw/s220/Bill%2B1996%2B-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dv6UpF9fKg/SYTR5vqhMBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/klrALWwo0x8/s72-c/womens-shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
