I wanted to do a post on Michael Jackson but I feel I have nothing more to say than what you haven't already heard in various blogs, from the "news" media or on the radio. All I have to say is that he was THE first pop star/musician I knew as a kid. He and Neil Diamond and Paul Anka (man, I loved the song "Put Your Head on my Shoulder"). In Detroit, nearly every kid around had a Thriller inspired jacket or jheri curl and the Thriller video was the first video I'd ever seen. My dad, very conservative at the time, bought the album. And I'll never forget sitting in a friend's upstairs bedroom listening devotedly to "We Are the World" over and over again. But since I can not adequately describe such a person I'll leave it with this short paragraph.
To take our minds off of the sadness of his life and death and moving on to an entirely different note,..here are some beautifimous flowers in my father-in-law's yard. Hope that's okay with ya'll.
To take our minds off of the sadness of his life and death and moving on to an entirely different note,..here are some beautifimous flowers in my father-in-law's yard. Hope that's okay with ya'll.
Hard to believe, but I did no editing to the hydrangeas and only had to tweak the exposure on the other two. Just gorgeous!
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I have nothing to add, either. Except that that is one gorgeous hydrangea! Do you think he would come to SC and show me how to grow them?
I love those flower pictures. Simply lovely. And I'm with you on the childhood Michael Jackson memories. He was the epitome of awesome when I was a kid. He was the first musician ever who, when I heard his songs, I knew he was the one who was singing. I had the glove, the t-shirt and practiced the moon walk on a daily basis. Such a big part of growing up memories.
And also. I wanted to thank you for your kind words of truth you left for me yesterday. I have been muddling through something exciting lately, but scary for me all the same. The verse you left is undoubtedly my favorite in all of scripture, if that is possible to have a favorite. I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The gospel lived out by Him, through me. A miracle everyday, that one.
So anyway. Sorry for the novel. Just wanted to say thank you. You are so kind.
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