The thing is (my opinion on stuff as I think about it, some heavy, some light)

A recent thread about on line 'virtual' friends got me to thinking.....

Most folks prefer in the flesh friends
Makes sense
More tangible
Expression seems clearer

However

On the flip side, one can miss some things when visiting face to face

Faces can be distracting
Contortion of those faces can be distracting
Aroma can be distracting
Attire can be distracting
Other folks nearby can be distracting
....it's a long list

Turns out.....a friend in good ol' black and white ain't so bad
And if you miss something, you can go back and read it again
and again
and again
especially if it's good
 

I used to take solace in knowing I believe in God

So does Satan......
 

Children

I recommend having a few

Never really wanted any

But

Now have 17 grands from my offspring
They're a rare spice

Immediate offspring........tough one

Eldest son is passed

Youngest son has his hands full (daughter has Dravet Syndrome...tough one)

Youngest daughter is a meth addict
Been that way for 20 years
Thought for a spell she was done with it
Wasn't
Still isn't
To have a love of your child is unceasing
No matter
Way it is
Wish it wasn't
Can't stop
Hate what she's doing to herself

Thing is
It's how my heavenly Father looks at me
Isaiah 64:6: “all our righteousnesess are as filthy rags”
Not gonna say what the filthy rags are, but it has to do with a woman's cycle.....

Rather humbling

But.....He loves me in spite of myself

I get that now

One looks at others
Compares
Seems we're not a bad sort

Self righteousness is quite masked, turns out
It may very well be the worst of the worst

I need to muster another prayer for my daughter tonight
She's not doing well

I'll lean on His strength....
 
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Gary O' said:
Children

I recommend having a few

Never really wanted any

But

Now have 17 grands from my offspring
They're a rare spice

Immediate offspring........tough one

Eldest son is passed

Youngest son has his hands full (daughter has Dravet Syndrome...tough one)

Youngest daughter is a meth addict
Been that way for 20 years
Thought for a spell she was done with it
Wasn't
Still isn't
To have a love of your child is unceasing
No matter
Way it is
Wish it wasn't
Can't stop
Hate what she's doing to herself

Thing is
It's how my heavenly Father looks at me
Isaiah 64:6: “all our righteousnesess are as filthy rags”
Not gonna say what the filthy rags are, but it has to do with a woman's cycle.....

Rather humbling

But.....He loves me in spite of myself

I get that now

One looks at others
Compares
Seems we're not a bad sort

Self righteousness is quite masked, turns out
It may very well be the worst of the worst

I need to muster another prayer for my daughter tonight
She's not doing well

I'll lean on His strength....
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She's in my prayers.🙏
 
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I learned some lessons, while living at our mountain cabin

Mostly thru observation

Enjoyed the rises, mostly
Rather easy to do that

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After a storm calmed me

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But the tiny things were like spun gold

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The wee little flowers, struggling thru the pumice

Some lessons were very hard ones

Brought me to my maker

Found that, if in steady communion, in every unexpected trial, my thoughts will turn to Him

..... as naturally as that little flower turns to the sun

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It has been said many times; 'Beware the wolf in sheep's clothing'
A version of that is somewhere in the bible

Anyway

In observation

An ol' bat seems to wear the same outfit, day in, night out

Maybe they jus' don't care to mess up other duds with all that guano they are given to spread around

Rather maddening, but not so dangerous as a faux Ovis fur lupine

then again, there's that rabies thing....
 
Gary O' said:
Yes, I believe in God
I don’t believe he went around saying ‘THOU SHALT NOT!
I do, however, believe that was the lingo back in the day
No, I believe today it’d be written ‘Man! Don’t do that! It’ll mess you up!’

I think man, especially old men, should knock off any work ever seven days
…and have pancakes on that day
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I’ve got more stuff
….hasn’t come to me yet

but it will
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When a close relative has cerebral palsy you either wonder, is there a God? Or. am I so special as to be chosen to look after and cherish this beautiful person, chosen by God, to be nurtured and yet, to be taken when least expected. Dear God, why do you make it so difficult?
 
Gary O' said:
For several years now, I've preached savoring the day, the moment.

Even made a poster about it, from a morning pic at the cabin;

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Well, for the last couple days, I've done just that.

Mighty tasty....the moments are best when served with sharing
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Of late, I've wondered why my stance had changed
What propelled it

It may very well have been when experiencing the wild fire that came within a mile or so from the cabin
We just sat in the meadow, watching the spotter planes, choppers, and huge belly dump planes
Heh, the belly dump flew right over our heads
Felt like we could reach up and touch it
As we sat there, I considered the most likely loss of our cabin
sifting thru the screws and nails of a pile of ashes
Months of pushing myself to get it all done
For naught

That's when I backed myself off
A live for today thing

This all came back to mind when folks would question why The Creator took so freaking long to make certain things, when he could just speak, and it would be

I could understand a bit more why

Why would He rush it?
He's got all the time in the universe.....and more

Me...I've got some
Can't seem to find a better way to 'spend' it

It's a pure joy to create something with your hands
Each moment, each process can be a delight, if one takes their 'sweet time'

Savoring each step

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Looking at the completed task
And saying.....'It is good'

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I hope to never forget that
 
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My lady turned 71 yesterday......seventy one!

I'll be 74 next month ('mid seventies')

Never ever considered getting this old

Oh, I wrote about it....2-3 decades ago

But it was about somebody else......



Seems life is divided up into indistinct sections of which we ease in to and out of, like a balloon coaxed thru a small opening, morphing sometimes without notice:​

Eating/pooping (part 1, discovering texture)​


Preschool (intro to social, sharing)​

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School (the teacher is God)​

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Teenage (high school hell, for teen and parent, hormones are an entity requiring exorcism, the teacher is Satan)​

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College/military (fun, fun, fun; learn, drink, fornicate, kill)​

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Pre-parental Early adult (more fun, but serious, sipping not chugging, serious pursuits, mating, career)​

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Parental (joy)​

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Parental hell (see teenage)​

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Midlife (see early adult, attempts at hindsight adjustments)​

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Grandparent (brief joy)​

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Grandparental hell (hiding, see teenage)​

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Musing Youngish Geezer (lazy boy-crossword-Jeopardy sessions, looking upon mate with renewed ardour, reflecting, attempting things you did with ease years ago)​

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Geezer (whazzat? Whoozzair?)​

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Eating/pooping (part 2)...Nurse!? I did it again (toothless smile)​

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Dirt nap​




Yeah, it was somebody else

was
 

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