Did zip today

That’s true–I just had absolutely no ambition.  It’s gray and rainy–and it was like that all day.  And I am truly tired.  When I looked back over this last year, I was surprised to see that I started posting on this blog right after Lee died.  That sort of surprised me, but I was determined to keep Lee’s work alive.  He had a lot to say, plus a lot of foresight.  Much of what he said was quite predictive–he saw things that have since materialized.

I miss him very much.

At any rate, a day off won’t kill me.

I got some insight from Jill about posting Lee’s past posts, and how to cause them to trigger an e mail to the viewers, but it was just too complicated for me to tackle today.  So, of course, when I posted his  old posts today, they got zero views.  I will continue to try (following Jill’s advice) getting that aspect of the blog to work.

Now I am going to watch something on YouTube  and make my supper.

Have a good night, all.

See you tomorrow.

God bless everybody.

Patty

 

A non-cat person finds a cat, and another cat is a would-be potter.

These two cat stories speak for themselves.

Perhaps the one cat could do some original pieces.

Survivor dog, Lazarus, will now go on to help others survive.

An incredibly moving story of survival and hope.

My View of Evolution Has Evolved REPRINT

The Golden Treasury of Natural History – Looky

From January 28, 2023

Oh, that Golden Treasury of Natural History! I couldn’t get enough of it. Dinosaurs and woolly mammoths! By the time I was in third grade, they used to have me visit the other classrooms and give a little talk on dinosaurs. “Just like listening to a professor at college!” the school secretary once said.

At a very early age I already had an unquestioning belief in Evolution, whatever it was. Why not? Nobody questioned Evolution! Darwin wins, hands down. We started out as parameciums or something and wound up with Mozart. All the books said so.

But the Bible did not say so. And yet, like the rest of America, I toodled off to Sunday school or church on Sunday morning and never suspected there would be even the slightest flaw in my belief system. We were all Christians, weren’t we? (I was including Jews.) I was just a kid, but I never heard an adult question Evolution.

But I’m afraid my beliefs have evolved since then. I have lost my faith in Evolution.

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. That’s the first sentence in the Bible. Everything follows from it. I mean, if you literally start quibbling with it from the get-go, how far are you going to get with the rest of it?

God did not leave us blueprints, recipes, or a here’s-how-you-do-it manual. He’s left us with plenty to find out on our own. We’ll have plenty to study in the sweet by and by.

Either God is the Almighty, the Creator, and the ultimate supreme Authority, or He is not. And if He is not, then who is?

I don’t like any of the answers proposed to that question. God protect us from all-devouring governments. God save us from the know-it-alls.

I still love dinosaurs. God created them. We don’t have them here among us anymore, but God has the entire universe at His disposal.

And I don’t believe in Evolution anymore. The more I study the matter, the less sense it makes. All it does, in the long run, is leave us marooned on a truly barren desert island.

 

Man loses opportunity to become a firefighter when board rejects his home schooled diploma

This speaks for itself.

Hopefully his day in court will go better.

This man is highly qualified (has a diplomas as an EMT).

Violet Crepuscular’s Fan Mail (‘Oy, Rodney’) REPRINT

Lord of the tube socks | Romance novels, Funny romance, Book humor

From January 31, 2021

Introducing Chapter CDI of her epic romance, Oy, Rodney, Violet Crepuscular takes a break from the plot and inserts extractions from some of her fan mail. She is hampered in this exercise by an inability to read. Otherwise she would never have let some of these letters see the light of day.

“It’s not that I can’t read at all,” she hastens to explain. “It’s just that I can’t read stuff that people write.” We are glad she’s cleared that up. “Fan mail,” she adds, “proves that you’ve got readers.”

From Cindy Indy, Rawalpindi: “Dear Ms. Crepuscular, your novel proves to be an effective decay-preventive dentifrice when used in a program of conscientious oral hygiene and regular professional care.”

Ozzie Spore, New York: “Your book is the only thing that keeps me living.”

Ms. June Spumoni, Bad Axe, Michigan: “My pet emu bit and kicked me after I lined his cage with pages from your wretched novel.”

Tom Popocatepetl, Jurassic Park, Hawaii: “How do you spell your name?”

“I have taken some flak for the elegant way in which I got rid of the monsters that had overrun Scurveyshire,” Ms. Crepuscular confides in her readers. She has run out of fan mail and needs to fill the rest of the chapter somehow. Harking back to her days in grade school, she writes in longhand, 100 times, “I must not waste paper.”

What Wondrous Love is This

I did my share of fretting today.

I have this little preview thing on my email that shows me pictures of what I will be getting in today’s mail.

This morning it showed that I was getting two pieces of mail from the IRS.

O Boy!  The IRS!  Hot diggity.  I normally get my mail around 4 in the afternoon, so you can imagine I was fretting up a storm for most of today.

When it arrived, it turned out to be nothing.  There were 2 pieces because one was a duplicate, and it pertained to people being allowed to do something extra with their 401K plans.  Did not pertain to me at all.

Wouldn’t you think that the IRS would know that our 401K was closed out years ago?  They seem to know everything else about you.

Didn’t do much today, but hadn’t planned to.

I really have to get out tomorrow.

I don’t get headaches, ever, but I have a slight headache today.  That is very unusual for me and it’s really annoying.

I am also really ticked off about the absurd attack on the Amish.  What a totally senseless thing for Canada to do.  Those people don’t even use the technology for the stupid app.

Speaking of government stupidity.  Had a brief conversation with my brother-in-law today and he was livid because he had to provide documentation  (yet again) for his “real ID” driver’s license.  He has done all of this at least once before (if not twice).  He had to drive all the way to York, PA, which is a bit of a haul for him.

There is far too much government.

Have a good night, all.

See you tomorrow.

God bless everybody.

Patty

Canada suing some Amish for not having a phone app. How ridiculous can it get?

This is a little long, but the bottom line is that several Amish families during Covid went back and forth across the Canada/US border, as they always did.  They were supposed to have an “app” somehow for their crossings.  An app?  Amish people don’t even use land lines, let alone cell phones.  I smell religious persecution here and it stinks badly.

These fines would be ruinous to that community.

Rescued dogs are often so willing to forgive and love.

The way these dogs forgive is amazing.  As is their capacity for love.