A woman from the audience in Flint, Michigan asked Secretary Clinton this question earlier this evening, and I was taken aback. I can’t even begin to explain how it made me feel. It’s such a long story. This image came to mind.
It’s the fetal position, our oldest, most common, and most familiar position. Whether you’re somehow thrown into this position or assume it voluntarily, and if you’re inclined to pray – as a believer or sometimes believer – try these four words on for size: Have mercy on us. We are not qualified to say anything more. NO EXCEPTIONS. Make little fists, no finger pointing.
Procreate works with layers and accommodates the importation of photos. As I experiment with this iPad drawing app, I’ve been trying out some photo references, like today’s, some additional layers, some new “brushes,” and so forth. Ultimately, I deleted that layer that carried the photo and kept the others. There’s more than one way to do things…
First of all, that’s the rear end of a Belgian Tervuren named Cowboy going through his very own, brand new dog door. It took him around six cheese-assisted tries before he got the swing of it independently; it took me about five hours to install the door…with additional help from Ann!
It was well worth the effort! Cowboy now has direct and immediate access to the fenced-in, outside world, but because of the dog door, he can also take air-conditioned refuge from the Central Valley summertime heat. This is an appropriate development for a dog, who before our move to Merced, California, lived in an upper-floor, downtown Des Moines, Iowa loft! Three times a day, at least, for almost two and a half years, season after season, Cowboy would suit up, walk down the hall, get into and out of the elevator, walk through the lobby, out the front door, and continue for another 50 yards before he could finally get down to business! And he never complained once!!