Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
Yes. My only saving grace is faith in the Almighty. All else,
as AB says, is Kabuki theater. The thing is there are plenty of good people living quiet lives of love and sacrifice; we just don’t hear about them. And it’s real love. Not that word that gets thrown around so much, including onto lawn signs. Saw some in church today, a mother with her large, loud son, looking almost threatening when he stood beside her(not receiving) at Communion. Then there is my neighbor, a cheerful, funny divorcee whose (30 something?) daughter was brain-damaged in an accident as a child. It’s rare to see my neighbor without her daughter. Then there are the piercing, unintelligible sounds coming out of the “crying room” during Mass. They come from an autistic child who is there with his grandfather every Sunday without fail. I could go on and on.
Went by the actual kabuki theater in Tokyo area just a few days ago. Heheh.
Agreed. We have saving grace from Him.
Sounds much like a bout of depression. Hopefully not constant but comes and goes like the tides.
Sounds like the world we live in.
Sounds like the world I live in – online.
Meanwhile, back in reality.
I’m downloading our secondary larder this morning and reinventorying everything. Particularly the cannage. A couple wooden shelves are bowing downward from the weight so some restructuring is required.
Plus, when it comes to cans, vigilance is required. Already, just 15 minutes in, I found 2 large cans of Campbells tomato soups that have problems. One is bowed out on the bottom and the other is leaking and has been for some time because the leakage is black. EEEUUUWWW So yeah, out with the old and in with the new.
Look! A snake! A Copperhead, prolly the same one I saw out by the garage door last week. It’s a regular around here. Couple years ago he and I struck a deal. He gets to eat all the vermins he wants in exchange for me not killin’ his ass. We shook on it so it’s all legal and such.
This afternoon the polechainsaw is coming out of hibernation and I’m going to give two errant RedBud trees a haircut. They’re pretty tall so I’ll have to break out the 24 foot manual pole saw too. The tips of a few branches are rubbing on the siding of the 2nd floor and threatening to get under the roof shingles on the edge. I try to live and let live but there are certain entities on this planet that go out of their way to disturb me, and that’s when I have to show them who’s the boss here on the ghost compound. Onward!
It was 55 degrees here at 6am! Hasn’t been down in that area for some time, maybe since May or Apr.
Thanks for leaving the snek alone. You have a good partnership.
Heh – Snake sed snek.