What Better Month Than March to Hear a March?
Notice how productive I am while working from home when accompanied by a real live march!
That’s Christine Gozick Snyder manning the drums. Nice chops, girl!
However, in all seriousness, based on the account of Pierce’s views and actions as president on Wikipedia (most notably his willingness to facilitate his party’s (Democrat) objective of expanding slavery into the Kansas and Nebraska territories and his strict enforcement of the Fugitive Slave Act), Pierce was a pretty lousy president.
Frankly, Franklin, I don’t know how you got your face on a gold coin!
While preparing images for another gallery of migraine drawings, I came upon one that was inspired by a dream in which I got a migraine. When I woke up, I actually had a migraine going on. (It’s bizarre to open my eyes in the morning and find a migraine aura going on. That always freaks me out a bit when it happens.) As all but a few of my migraine drawings are contained in my journals, I was happy to find the story of the dream along with this drawing. The dream features my grandson, Jordyn, who was 10 at the time. I feel bad about being so mean to him in this dream! Read below. You’ll see what I mean.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
I woke up with a migraine today. Here’s the story:
I woke at 6 AM when the alarm went off. I reset it for 7:00 and went back to sleep.
then I had a dream that I was in a grocery store with Jordyn. We needed to find something to make for dinner. While in the store, I started to have a migraine aura. I said to Jordyn, “We gotta hurry up, buddy. I’m getting one of my headaches.” Jordyn went off and I was walking around by myself. I was trying to find Jordyn, went down a few steps and noticed the right side of my vision was mostly gone.
I finally found Jordyn leaning over something. I said, “What are you doing?” He was startled and stood up. He had a bottle of honey in his hands. He was squeezing the honey into a barrely of water that had ham steaks in it. I yelled at him, “What are you doing! We have to get out of here! My head hurts!” I slapped him on the back and grabbed the honey.
Then my hands were all sticky! I was so angry! I put the honey on a shelf. Then I thought about how to get the honey off my hands. I looked around to make sure no one was looking. Then I rinsed my hands off in the barrel with the ham! Ha! Then I said, “Let’s get outta here!”
The alarm went off at 7… and I had an aura going on. It was on the right side of my vision, which is unusual. I usually have it on the left side.
There’s nothing worse than a migraine AND sticky hands! But I guess that’s what I get for being nasty to my own flesh and blood.
(This story is also posted on Doodlesam.com HERE.)
Now through earth’s gray and solemn vale
These faltering steps I take
While Heaven seems hidden beyond misty shrouds,
Fears attend each breath.
Have You not said that You would lead?
Lord, grant faith unto my heart,
That seeing not I would yet believe,
Pressing on to follow You.
Oh Jesus, Lord what tears You shed,
Such lonely days You trod
Upon the path ordained of old,
Of sorrow and sacrifice.
Even in Your darkest forsaken moment,
As crying, “My God! My God!”
Still You bowed Your heart to Your Father’s will,
Trusting even into death.
By Sam Snyder
February 12, 2001