Ready or Not, Here I Quit
I do not quit easily. When I start a project, I like to work until it’s finished. I hate to quit before something is completed. One thing I have learned through the years is not to start something unless I have the time and resources to finish it. How many projects I started in the past and somehow ran out of steam or resources and never got to finish it. When I start a project, I am obsessed with finishing it on time. My problem is I have difficulty planning, scheduling and balancing certain projects. I often take on more than I could possibly do. Such is not the case with the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. Whatever she takes on and how much she takes on can always be finished on time. How she does it is beyond my understanding. The only project I can finish on time is eating. I have no problem finishing this project every day.
Getting Ready for Fall?
With such a tumultuous summer, I’m glad we are now beginning the fall season. There for a while, I didn’t think it was going to come. But, contrary to my negativity, it has arrived, and I’m delighted. Summer wasn’t quite the way summers have been in the past. My family didn’t have many get-togethers and picnics like we normally do. However, we did have one, and that had to do for the summer. I’m hoping next summer we can catch up. I remember when I was young, summer was a wonderful time. But, of course, maybe my memories are more wonderful than it actually was. At my age, you can’t always depend upon your memory. But then, it goes the other way as well. I am so old that nobody can contradict any memories I might have. So I won’t say that I lie, but I do have a way of stretching the truth, just a little. And by just a little, I mean just enough to make it look better than what it actually was.
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Hallelujah… She’s Baaaaack
I have learned that you don’t miss something until it is gone. Unfortunately, sometimes, it’s too late. Over six weeks ago, or was it nine months, I took my truck in for a regular checkup. I was going away for the week, so I thought I would drop the truck off and let them work on it when they had time, and then when I come back, it would be ready. I love it when a plan comes together? My family went up to Georgia for a family reunion. It was also a time to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary. Time goes by when we’re not really focused on what’s happening. That’s me to a T. I took it in on Monday, then we left for our family reunion, and on Tuesday, the machine shop called me with some rather sad news. The engine in my truck was just about finished. So I had a choice of getting a new engine or buying another truck.
Is Being Sane Too Much to Ask?
When young, I remember my grandfather often saying to me, “the world wasn’t like this when I was your age.” Then he would go on a long rant about how things were much different when he was my age. Finally, he would conclude by saying, “It’s an insane world out there, son.” I can’t remember all he said, but one thing was when he was young, people were rather sane and the things they did. He explained it to me to the best of his ability, and I listen to the best of my ability. But then, sane to one person can be insanity to another. Recently, I caught myself saying the same things to one of my grandchildren, and then it dawned on me, “Have I become my grandfather?” Pondering this a little bit, I thought, is this generation just as insane as my generation? Or, where did this generation inherit their insanity? Looking at the culture around us, it’s hard to see anything with any sense of sanity. Trying to listen to contemporary music is crazy. Not only can I hardly understand the lyrics, but they don’t make sense.
And Then There Were Four
Over a year ago, I got out of bed, went to the kitchen for my morning cup of coffee and then I went to the back porch to see if I had any visitors. I have foxes, possums, cats, and raccoons (who are politically correct and wear masks when they come). I put food out for them, and they help themselves. Every morning the food dishes are empty and waiting to be filled. It’s great at night to look out and see some of these critters coming in for their evening snack. This morning, as I looked out, I saw a little kitty on the porch. I had no idea where this little kitty came from or how it got to our back porch. I opened the door, stepped out, and the little kitty ran and hid. She thought she was hiding, but I could see exactly where she was So I left her alone and went and got some food for her. I put it in the dish and stood there waiting for her to come over, instead, she sat there, looked at me, then looked at the dish and then looked back at me.
What’s All These Gadgets For?
Without any hesitation, I will gladly admit that I am on the short side when it comes to gadgets. For me, most of them do not make any sense at all. Instead, I like things simple and easy. As for the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, she is obsessed with gadgets. She loves them almost as much as I love Apple Fritters. I’ve gone into her “Craft Room” and noticed all the gadgets neatly placed where they belong. Unfortunately, I could not tell you the identification of any of them. I am gadgets-illiterate while she is gadget-obsessed. I did not know how obsessed she was with gadgets until recently. My truck was giving me some trouble, so I took it to my mechanic to look it over. Much to my distress, he said the engine was just about shot, and it would have to be replaced. My choices were to replace the engine for around $5,500 or buy another truck for about $30,000. I may not be handy with gadgets, but when it comes to money, that is my specialty.
Temptation Is Oh So Tempting
At the beginning of the week, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage informed me that she and some of her friends would be going thrift store shopping on Thursday. I nodded my head and smiled, not knowing where she was going with this. “Now,” she said, “you will have to take care of your lunch. You think you can do that?” I was smiling so hard on the inside I could hardly keep it from my face. “Well,” I said as calmly as possible, “I think I can take care of it. No problem.” That meant I could eat my lunch when I wanted to eat it. My wife is very strict with rules and regulations. Everything has to be done at a certain time and in a certain way. Thursday morning, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage said, “Do you remember what’s going to happen today?” Did I remember? How in the world could I ever forget?
Kids Love Treasure Hunting
Kids love a treasure hunt. They love discovery. They love finding something hidden. Why not take advantage of that natural drive and curiosity and provide them an opportunity to develop their imagination, dedication to purpose, critical thinking skills, and sense of determination by getting them involved in Treasure Hunting.
Free Range Children
On the subject of children, opinions fly quick and sharp. Why is that? A child is your future; all of your hopes and dreams live on through your child. Most of us form a basis on how to raise our children from our parents. But, suppose that there was a break in human history on how parenting should be practiced.
Don’t Judge a Person by Their Cover-Up
Have you ever had one of those Déjà vu moments? The other week I was in the shopping mall to pick up some items for the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. She shops so much that I have to help her on occasion. On this occasion, I was walking down the mall and stopped dead in my tracks. Coming at me was someone that looked like my old aunt Elsie. She had the same hairdo, wearing the same clothes, and I was shocked because aunt Elsie died over 20 years ago. I did have a moment of temptation that I wanted to go up and ask her if she was aunt Elsie. I feared that she would answer me, “Yes, and what’s that to you?” That would have convinced me that it was indeed aunt Elsie. I just let her walk by and tried not even to glance in her direction. Aunt Elsie was one of the relatives in my family that goes way back. Once you met her, you would never forget her for shore. What you thought of her the first time you met her was not who she really was.