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Knock, Knock – Someone’s in Trouble

For some reason, the last several weeks we have been getting many visitors at our door. I’m not sure if this is a general trend or if it is just our door. Some of them have been salesmen, religious people, scam artists, and a host of other people. They only had one goal in mind, and that was to get our money. I guess I have not realized how wealthy I am. Everybody wants my money. If they only knew how little money I had, they would be running away from our house. I can’t even get my money because I’m not sure where it is. This year the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I will have been married 50 years. I think my wife married me for my money, but in the last 50 years, she has not found any of it. I’ll give her another 50 years, and then we are going to have to reexamine the situation. When she does find it, we will take a vacation to Hawaii. Money we have not, and the more they pester us for our money, the more frustration we acquire.

What’s Pete Got to Do With Anything?

If there’s anybody that can be conned, it’s Yours Truly. It’s not so much that I’m stupid; I’m just naïve. I believe when somebody says something, they mean exactly what they say. So, if you can’t swindle me, you might as well hang it up and get a real job. I must confess I often know a certain person is trying to take advantage of me. But, that’s another story. One problem I see is that people are always blaming someone else for their problems. I must confess I do that on occasion, probably more so than I will acknowledge. To blame someone else for my problem gets me off the hook, or so I think.

If It Was Up To Me

Fifty years ago, I was a teenager. Boy, do I miss those Days of Yore. It’s not that I would like to relive them, but I was a much different person back then. As a teenager, I knew everything, and all you had to do was ask me. Even if you didn’t ask me, I still would tell you what was on my mind. I wished I knew everything today because people are asking me questions I can’t even answer. A teenager is someone between being a baby and being an adult. I sure don’t want to be a baby, and I’ve had misgivings about becoming an adult. An adult has all kinds of responsibilities, of which none define the term “let’s have fun.” One of the marvelous things about being a teenager is that you really don’t know what’s going on in the world. When I was a teenager, television wasn’t the big thing it is today. And we didn’t have the Internet with all of the social media associated with it. I could go a whole week and not know what was going on out in the world.

A Divided House Makes a Happy Home

Never has our world been more divided than today. Politics, religion, sports and on and on I could go. For the most part, so many people think being divided is a negative thing. And for many people it is. However, after being married to the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage for almost 50 years, I have discovered that a divided house can be a very happy house. It just depends on how you are divided and what divides you. That makes all the difference in the house. Being married as long as I have been does not make me an expert in this area. I am only an expert in forbearance, which is the reason there is always a smile on my face. Whether you believe it or not, that smile is genuine.

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Oh, the Daze of My Life

When I was young, my mother was quite a fan of a soap opera called “The Days of Our Lives.” I remember the title but I never would watch something like that. However, my mother enjoyed it and so what’s there to complain about. As I was thinking of it, I felt that I should remember the days of my life. But, instead of “days,” I need to put in the word “daze,” which more clearly represents my life. At times, I wish I was 16 again because I was the smartest person in the world. I knew everything; all you had to do was just ask me. Of course, back then, nobody asked me anything. When I got older, I realized that there were a lot of things I did not know. Like one of the FBI directors said, “I don’t know what I don’t know.” I relate to that statement. How my life would change if I knew what I didn’t know? Looking back, I must confess that my life has been primarily in a daze. I did not realize it. It wasn’t until recently that I realized how much of my life was in a daze.

Coffee Without Coffee Just Ain’t

I must soberly confess that I have throughout my life given in to habits and rituals. I don’t like saying that, but it is the truth. At this point, I don’t know the difference between a habit and a ritual. One ritual I have is when I get up in the morning, the first thing I do is have a nice hot cup of coffee. This is what really gets me going in the morning. You do not want to meet me before I have my morning. There was a time I changed my habit and had hot tea in the morning. I thought that might be a different change in my life. Believe me when I say it was a change. You did not want to meet me after having my hot tea in the morning. In fact, I didn’t even recognize myself after that hot cup of tea. Before we go to bed each evening, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage prepares the coffee pot to go off in the morning so it’s ready when I get up. I’m not sure how many years she has done that, but she did it today, and that’s all that counts.

Riding the Hallelujah Train To the End

We had a long, hard week with problems and difficulties that took time to solve, if they even were solved. It is quite interesting to me that when I solve one problem, two other problems appear. I think they’re all waiting in line. In particular, one day was rather difficult and zapped both of us of energy. I ordered a new desk for my office, and there were so many problems getting it delivered that I almost gave up. Along the way the desk was damaged and they returned it back to the store without even telling us. We had to reorder it all over again and wait for it. But then it came. Problem solved. That evening the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I sat down after supper to watch a little TV news and drink our evening coffee. We like to get caught up on the news of the day so we know what’s happening. There is nothing like relaxing after a hard day’s work and just getting a little bit of energy back into the system again, and at our age, that takes time of which we have little.

Well, Here We Go Again

I have lived long enough to know that the only change that has any kind of reality is the change in my pocket. I keep track of that change with great supervision and count it every day. When people tell me that this is a New Year and there will be a lot of changes this year, I search my pocket because that’s the only change I want to know about. Looking back over my life, the most significant change that ever came to me was the day I said “I do” to the future Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. At the time, and it’s good for me that I didn’t know, I didn’t know what “I do” really meant. Oh yes, I understood it had to do with marriage, but at that time, I had no idea what marriage was all about. I thought, as many of the songs tell me, love will conquer everything. All you need to do is have love, and that will be all you need. When I said, “I do,” my life changed like I never expected it to change. And mostly, I must admit, for the better. I have no complaints.

Red Isn’t Always the Red I See

It is not that I am colorblind; I just am color indifferent. Red and blue and yellow are all the same to me. This, on many occasions, has challenged the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, who is very meticulous when it comes to describing anything or anyone. In remodeling my office at the parsonage my wife asked, “What color would you like the walls to be painted?” That sounds like a good question to ask but it’s not any question to ask if you know me. “I don’t care about the color. Whatever you think is best is okay with me.” Thinking I had solved the problem, I felt at ease, but her response caused me to realize the problem had not been solved. “It’s your office,” she said, “what color would you like the walls to be painted?” With that, she looked at me with a very gregarious smile, which is infectious to me. Knowing that she wouldn’t stop until she got an answer from me I said, “Paint the walls purple.”

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