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Jun. 4th, 2018
Tiramisu Cheesecake -no bake recipe
Jun. 4th, 2018 05:30 pmTiramisu Cheesecake
no bake recipe
https://tasteerecipe.com/2016/12/22/tiramisu-cheesecake-recipe-delicious-easy-make/2/
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no bake recipe
https://tasteerecipe.com/2016/12/22/tiramisu-cheesecake-recipe-delicious-easy-make/2/
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In August we will be placing my parents ashes in a columbarium with the ceremony due to my father having serviced in WW2. It brings to mind a scene in one of Jayne Castle's Ghost Hunters series. No, I'm not sure which one but I've been caught in the clutches of After Glow.
http://blog.themuseumofjoy.org/2012/04/c-is-for-chapel-of-chimes.html
The Chapel of the Chimes is a columbarium, which is a lovely, lilting word for a place where dead people's ashes are stored.
It is a fairly unprepossessing pinkish building on the outside, vaguely Spanish Mission to my uneducated-about-anything-but-Julia's-style eyes, but within -- within it is a series of linked chapels made of lacy stone and light, filled with tiny gardens and shelves and shelves of glass boxes in which bronze-colored books and jars hold the last tangible remains of somebody's loved ones. The fact that so many of the repositories are book-shaped underscores, for me, the strange aura of being in a mystical house of worship dedicated not to the spirit of God but to the spirit of books. It is possible to wander for hours in this place; you can see a little chapel with an enticing stained-glass window, walk straight toward it, and find yourself somewhere else altogether. Like any place with that kind of subtly shifting geometry, there is an air of mystery, of being suspended somewhere on the borders between things, in a place where the veil grows thin.
http://blog.themuseumofjoy.org/2012/04/c-is-for-chapel-of-chimes.html
The Chapel of the Chimes is a columbarium, which is a lovely, lilting word for a place where dead people's ashes are stored.
It is a fairly unprepossessing pinkish building on the outside, vaguely Spanish Mission to my uneducated-about-anything-but-Julia's-style eyes, but within -- within it is a series of linked chapels made of lacy stone and light, filled with tiny gardens and shelves and shelves of glass boxes in which bronze-colored books and jars hold the last tangible remains of somebody's loved ones. The fact that so many of the repositories are book-shaped underscores, for me, the strange aura of being in a mystical house of worship dedicated not to the spirit of God but to the spirit of books. It is possible to wander for hours in this place; you can see a little chapel with an enticing stained-glass window, walk straight toward it, and find yourself somewhere else altogether. Like any place with that kind of subtly shifting geometry, there is an air of mystery, of being suspended somewhere on the borders between things, in a place where the veil grows thin.
Stoned cat - sooooo wrong
Jun. 4th, 2018 08:13 pmIt bothers me that the cat is hunched at the end in a posture that usually means they're in pain.
My vet told me that cats eat grass, as in lawn, because their tummy is upset. There's Friskies canned cat food that provides vegetable matter for indoor cats. The plant here isn't happy either.
But .... I laughed so hard at the inept jump onto the bed and the wide blown eyes. I'm a bad person.