They’re baaack

Back in January, I had a slow drain problem in the kitchen sink.  My landlord sent the plumbers in  and they fixed it.  A few days later I noticed ants (small sugar-ants, not carpenter ants) in the sink and also tooling around by the faucets.  I have been in this apartment for close to fifty years and never had an ant problem.  It must have been something that the plumbers disturbed, or whatever.  I bought some ant stuff and it seemed to work, but then they returned.  Not as bad as at first, but now it seems like it has become a co-existence situation.  They will disappear for a few days, then return.  It’s irritating.  My daughter and my friend (both of them down south) have learned to make peace with palmetto bugs.

Personally, I’d rather have the ants.

I don’t mind sharing quarters with some of God’s other critters–but I do draw the line at some things.

In the general scheme of things, I can live with a few ants.

Going to go make my supper now.

Have a good night, all.

See you tomorrow.

God bless everybody.

Patty  One of Lee’s favorite prehistoric animals.

A caterpillar becomes a beautiful moth

This is only one creature on God’s earth.  Imagine all of creation, doing all the things God has told it to do.  It is truly amazing..the infinite variety of life.  Thank you, God.

Burned sloth finds beagle friend.

What a sweet pair.

Another Movie For You to Avoid REPRINT

 

 

“Evolution strikes back”–is that what happened here? I don’t know what we ever did to Evolution to deserve this movie.

From July 14, 2014

I don’t ask a lot from a Saturday afternoon movie. All I want is to relax my brain. I mean, I’ll put up with actors in gorilla suits, special effects that wouldn’t mystify a toddler, and a storyline featuring characters who get killed off one by one because they don’t have the sense God gave an umbrella stand.

This past weekend we blundered into a movie that has all of the above: The Lost Tribe, made just a few years ago and starring nobody. The screenplay was a jumble of The Predator and a lot of Friday the 13th movies, with a dash of The DaVinci Code thrown in to make it really intolerable.

Let me set it up for you. There’s an archeological dig on an uninhabited island somewhere; and they find a fossil that turns out to be–you guessed it–The Missing Link. Says a scantily-clad girl scientist, “Uh-oh! Why, this proves that God did not create man! Wow, if the Church ever finds out about this, we’re dead!” But of course the Vatican already has an inside man on every little scientific expedition, just in case; and of course the Church sends in a team of sadistic hit men to murder all the scientists… and then a bunch of yuppies is shipwrecked on the island, and the Missing Links go after them…

Time out! Darwinists, is this the best that you can do? Or is this just Hollywood numbskulls taking yet another mindless, gratuitous slap at Christianity because they can? Maybe they think homosexuals or the government can give us eternal life, so who needs God? But trying to decipher the inner workings of reprobate minds is hardly a rewarding pastime.

The story is buttressed by a massive pile of inanities. Like, hey, something really nasty is stalking us, so let’s go wandering around the jungle all alone. Let’s not use our life raft to get off this lousy island. And after the monsters kill off everybody but the last surviving woman, who has already taken a worse beating than any Timex wristwatch, she… well, she just loses her cool and yells at the monsters, and they all run away: this after they’ve wiped out a whole Vatican death squad armed with automatic weapons.

It’s worth your while to avoid The Lost Tribe at all costs.

And if you want to thank me for this timely warning, just buy a whole bunch of my books.

Baby geep born in Ohio

I had no idea that this could happen.  Seems that it can, but it is extremely rare and they don’t usually survive.  This girl looks pretty healthy, though.

Don’t Give These Videos as Gifts! REPRINT

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From December 22, 2019

 

Killer Quokkas!

Any time is a good time not to give the following videos as gifts!

Killer Quokkas, starring Chips Rafferty, Michael Caine, and Hedy LaMar. Quokkas are on the rampage, threatening to depopulate Australia. Only Hedy LaMar knows how to summon Godzilla from Monster Island–and she won’t tell, because she’s mad at Michael Caine.

(Byron the Quokka: “I resent this movie!”)

Only Slightly Better than Garbage: Join Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo, washed-up football flop Colin Whatsisname, and the entire cast of The View in listing all the ways America sucks, all the ways Venezuela is better, and all their excuses for not going to live in Venezuela and bother us no more.

Eat Like a Cat! Cult documentary filmmaker Dolph Magnoon teaches you how to save money on your groceries by eating cat food in very small quantities and being hungry all the time. Special guest star: dietary expert Chelsea Clinton.

My Shameful Secret, a Swedish movie made by carpenter ants, stars a Howard Cosell look-alike whose speech is so garbled that even dubbing and subtitles can’t make him understood. To protect his life and property, his name has been removed from the credits. As to what the shameful secret is–well, we never find out, do we? You will be so sorry you paid $2.98 for this video disc!

There, you’ve been warned.

 

Were You There

Couple retrieves their stolen car (and their dog)

Another busy day

Busy again today, but busy is good.

Had to get involved today with a government bureaucracy, but it went well.   People at medicare seem to be particularly nice.  The folks at social security are also pleasant and knowledgeable .  It might be the last bastion of real customer service.

It is getting warm again, but it is certainly the time of year for it.

Amazingly, after next week, the days start to shorten again.

This year is positively ripping along.

For some reason today, I have had an old jazz classic running through my head.  Midnight Sun.  It is a beautiful melody with very poetic lyrics.  I think of Ella Fitzgerald singing this one.  It’s from a very long time ago.

Well, on that pleasant note, I will go and see how my sausages are doing.

Have a good night, all.

See you tomorrow.

God bless everybody.

Patty         (the cat is listening to music)

A Great Big Gulp of Theology (‘Consummation,’ by Martin Selbrede) REPRINT

We look for the resurrection of the dead – FORWARD IN CHRIST

From July 18, 2023

Is history moving inexorably to the full establishment of Christ’s Kingdom over a new heaven and a new earth? And if so, why can’t we see it?

Consummation, by Martin Selbrede, is a long essay that attempts to answer this question.

I have to admit that for all my reading, all my study, this text is hard for me to understand. That’s because you and I are here, on the old earth, saturated with sin, and we can’t see as God sees. The smoke of battle blinds us.

But if we keep reading, we come to a final paragraph in which the fog begins to lift:

“[B]ecause providence is well orchestrated to subserve the ultimate ends of consummation. History moves towards, not away from, its appointed goal, and God Himself will push it over the finish line to release the final grip of the curse from Christ’s world (Romans 8: 19-23).”

Let me quote the cited Scripture, in case you don’t have a Bible handy:

“For the earnest expectation of the creature [all created things] waiteth for the manifestation of the sons of God. For the creature was made subject to vanity, not willingly, but by reason of him who hath subjected the same in hope. Because the creature itself also shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now. And not only they, but ourselves also, which have the first fruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting for the adoption, to wit, the redemption of our body.”

Yes, there’s a whole lot of groaning going on in this fallen world today; but Jesus Christ has paid the fare, and God the Father will get us there.