You don’t get harmony when everybody sings the same note.
disagreement between people.
“a prosperous family who showed no signs of discord
lack of agreement or harmony between things.
“the discord between indigenous and Western cultures”
lack of harmony between notes sounding together.
“the music faded in discord”
dissonance, discordance, disharmony, cacophony
“the music faded in discord”
Here we have a bunch of people singing the same note in terms of the political ideology they espouse. Is this harmonious? No. It is not.
We need all the notes, all the chords, all the melodies to come together in the great orchestral voice of life. May a joyful noise until the Lord! Sing out with all your heart! Go tell it on the mountain! Punk rock, bagpipes, ocarinas and kazoos. Let’s do it!
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Jugendstil brooch. Silver, moonstone, and glass. German maker’s mark, probably Pforzheim.
Of celestial design, the half moon-shaped black opal surmounted by a star motif accented with circular-cut diamond suspending an oval black opal surmounted by similarly set stars further suspending three lines of diamonds each terminating in an opal, completed by a trace link chain, brooch detachable, the opals together weighing approximately 14.50 carats, mounted in 15ct gold.
Yes, the jellyfish earrings. How could I possibly pass these up?
Finally scheduled the physical therapy for my sprained knee. Here is yet another excellent example of “Be careful what you wish for.”
Those of you who have had physical therapy will know what happens first, especially with a joint problem. The physical therapist (PT) works the joint to see where the mobility issues are and just how serious your discomfort levels may be. In short, you spend the first fifteen minutes being tortured while your PT gets the lay of the land, so to speak.
My PT explained and demonstrated the exercises she wanted me to do in order to help heal the ligaments and get the knee cap realigned. No problem there. One exercise involves a rolling pin. That one I really must use in a story somewhere.
Now for the weird part. A nice young man wheeled in a machine on par with a fast food cash register that included an ultrasound gadget and one for infra red light. Ultrasound can break up scar tissue. I had no idea. The infra red light promotes healing. Don’t you just love science?
For me, they brought out the electrodes. One pair above my knee, one pair just below. This is where my anxiety spiked. I know what those kind of electrodes do, and I wasn’t looking forward to it. As much as the tech assured me this procedure was designed to reduce my pain level, I wasn’t buying it. Sure enough, Step One would be “adjusting the level to suit my needs.”
Translation: Finding out how much I could take before my muscles spasmed and I started swearing.
Ever seen Showdown in Little Tokyo? Dolph Lundgren, Brandon Lee, Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa, and Tia Carrere. WARNING: Our Heroes do start swearing.
You see where I’m going with this, right?
It got even weirder when my PT wrapped my knee in an ice pack. So first it feels like I’ve got all these little needles jabbing me, then the ice pack helped numb the area. Even so, when the tech tinkered with the voltage I freaked out, laughing like a maniac. It TICKLED. Sounds funny? It wasn’t. I kept doubling up, working my non-existent six-pack, laughing until I thought I’d have an asthma attack.
My PT said to the tech, “I think she’ll be low level.” Gosh, ya think so?
The tech adjusted the voltage, then set the timer for about ten minutes. My PT told me to yell if I needed anything. Then the tech offered me this silly piece of comfort:
“Now remember, this machine cannot hurt you.”
Really? Tickle torture, muscle spasms, and making it hard to breathe? All that didn’t count as “hurting” me?
I survived the ten minutes without too much discomfort. To be fair, for the rest of the evening my knee did feel better. My PT said she expects to see improvement in six weeks, so I’ve got six more sessions. I confess I’m hoping I can do without the electrodes VERY soon!
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I'm a professional writer living in Northern California with my husband and two sons. Fantasy in various forms is my reading and writing pleasure. I'm a history buff, a Japanophile, and I love to learn about language(s). I enjoy making jewelry, using natural materials such as wood, bone, semiprecious stones, and seashells. I collect bookmarks and wind chimes.