Dr. Livingstone; A Glass Half-full Kind of Guy!


Dr. Livingstone, as you know, was a missionary/explorer into Africa in the 1800’s. I knew a few stories about him, but sadly not much. I am now reading a biography called, The Life and Explorations of Dr. Livingstone, by John S. Roberts. It is an interesting read. For example, did you (solitary reader of my blog) know that David Livingstone spent his early life working in a factory. By early life, I mean at 10 years old he became a ‘piecer’ in a mill and worked from 6am-8pm. He then studied on his own from 8-10pm and did personal reading from 10-midnight. Six days a week! 10 years old!! He would put his book on the spinner at the mill so he could read while working. At nineteen, he was promoted to cotton-spinner which was much harder work, but paid better. He used his wages to attend University and medical school (a daily walk of nine miles!) and became a medical doctor. His hopes were to become a missionary to China and he knew that being a doctor would be a practical and helpful profession in mission work.

Circumstances (opium war in China) caused him to redirect his work and he was led to South Africa.

While on an early journey into the interior of Africa, Dr. Livingstone describes the following ‘adventure’ with a lion…

“Starting, and looking half round, I saw the lion just in the act of springing upon me. I was upon a little height. He caught my shoulder as he sprang; and we both came to the ground below together. Growling horribly close to my ear, he shook me as a terrier dog does a rat. The shock produced a stupor similar to that which seems to be felt by a mouse after the first shake of the cat. It caused a sort of dreaminess, in which there was no sense of pain, nor feeling of terror, though quite conscious of all that was happening. This singular condition was not the result of any mental process. The shake annihilated fear, and allowed no sense of horror in looking round at the beast. This peculiar state is probably produced in all animals killed by the carnivora; and, if so, is a merciful provision by our benevolent Creator for lessening the pain of death. Turning round to relieve myself of the weight, as he had one paw on the back of my head, I saw his eyes directed to Mebalwe (a native schoolmaster), who was trying to shoot him at a distance of ten or fifteen yards. His gun, a flint one, missed fire in both barrels: the lion immediately left me, and, attacking Mebalwe, bit his thigh. Another man, whose hip I had cured before, after he had been tossed by a buffalo, attempted to spear the lion while he was biting Mebalwe: he left Mebalwe, and caught this man by the shoulder; but at that moment the bullets he had received took effect, and he fell down dead… Besides crunching the bone into splinters, he left eleven teeth-wounds in my arm.”

What’s in Your Fridge…

I’m not sure what got into me, but I decided to take a picture of the inside of my refrigerator. It’s not that I am proud of it, in fact I’m not. I’m just feeling random. So here’s the picture…

Then I started playing with it on Paint.net (a very basic and free photo editing program).

Here is ‘my fridge’ with witty captions …

Here it is with x-ray vision! Nice…

I think I will have notecards made up on pink linen paper in this lovely embossed style. It says “CLASSY”, I think…

Here’s grandma’s fridge. It looks remarkably like mine! (Ha – did the sepia feature fool you?)

Ruth wanted to paint a picture of ‘my fridge’. Not a bad rendition for an amateur.

But my favorite option was the ‘quick-fix’ feature. See how it made ‘my fridge’ better…
*I don’t remember buying that many eggs, but whatever – maybe it’s an upgrade!

I’m off now to take pictures of my closet and the basement for a ‘quick-fix’.

What’s up, buttercup?

Actually, not much is going on. Ruth worked on her CAT tests. Daniel is on the verge of losing his first tooth (even though the replacement is already fully grown in and waiting for the spot!) and Ezra turned 2!

We’ve gained some feathered friends. An all white homing pigeon is one new ‘pet’. She is currently living in a cage on the side of the shed in the backyard. I’m not really sure why we have her. I want to purge the pets, not add to them – except for the beagle. I love the beagle. We also adopted a baby blue jay. Al’s hoping that she’ll be able to fly away soon. AND…we had a large bear in the backyard. But we are definitely NOT keeping him!

Here are some recent pictures…

Daniel is fishing with his ‘ugly stick’

He caught a perch – but check out the size of the perch compared to the lure! Hungry perch!

Daddy’s perch…

Daddy’s girl catching perch (or trying)

Ruth’s snake-charming skills didn’t work on the snake, but Daniel sure looks woozy!

Ruth with a small blue jay…

My sweet Ezra… Happy Birthday!

PS – after we got home from King of the Frosties where I took the Ezra pics, I showed Al what I thought was a skin tag under Ezra’s arm. Turns out deer ticks look just like skin tags! My poor boy has been feasted upon by a tick for more than 24 hours! I’m calling the Dr. on Monday. I’ll let you know how that turns out.