Just an observation


This month has been intense.  Both spouseinbox and I have physical problems awaiting treatment and kidinbox has now been observed to have potential blood sugar problems.  A live bedbug was found in the hallway while we are still working on cleaning the house to get rid of those things.  When feeling a bit overwhelmed, I had a patient call noting death of a relative and malignant cancer in another.  Another associate sent an email with request for prayer as a spouse had stage 4 renal carcinoma.  Between these and other things heard it occurred to me that everyone is having problems.  Only the type and severity differ.  There is a sentence in the Bible, “Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.”  That seems so true.  There is enough rough stuff happening right now, we don’t need to borrow from either our neighbors, or tomorrow.  Let’s consider today and in the midst of issues say, “this is the day that the Lord has made.  Let us rejoice and be glad in it.”  That stated, I am glad to be here working on music projects, to have spouseinbox helping with those projects.  I am glad to have a job with good working coworkers.  We have a wonderful church family as well.

The cats have been more regular about using the automated cat pan (Cat Genie) and I noted to spouseinbox that there was something missing in the bathroom.  We didn’t have the cat urine smell which used to hang there awaiting anyone entering the door.  My latest issue, though, is trying to get the unit to cycle at another time except O-dark-thirty.  I prefer to be sleeping at that hour.  I started a third cycle, so theoretically it will cycle every 8 hours and hopefully this will eliminate the waking cycle for me.  I pressed the start button to hopefully establish the new times and Jake is studiously sitting on the cabinet watching his poop get washed out of the litter.  He has more patience than me.  Maybe he is more easily entertained.

I especially like the first.

We are in the midst of doing a Kairos weekend.  This is a prison ministry.  It is similar to a Walk to Emmaus, or other 4 day activities.  About a month ago, we went on line to get a hotel and obtained a decent room on the outskirts of town.  The hotel manager is really trying to push his/her team and force all opponents to cheer.  The password to get on the internet is: gocowboys.  Imagine having to type that if you’re a Steeler’s fan…

I ran across this video showing the initial experience with a 10 meter dive.  One doesn’t really have to wonder what the individuals are thinking as they are rather verbal and microphones were installed on the sides of the platform.  I don’t know how I would react, but probably I would start with the low dive and jump of each higher one in succession.  I did that same idea off a ladder leaned next to the house when I was many moons younger than now.  I actually stopped at the rung below the roof line as the impact was starting to hurt.  Just another example of how pain is an excellent instructor.  I haven’t jumped off a roof-line or ladder since.

When checking in a patient, I check their birthdays.  It saves having someone with a similar name come to the wrong office.  I speak from experience here.  Anyways, this individual mentioned parents and I noted that they were born in the 1880’s and commented that reasonably, the grandparents were in the civil war.  This patient agreed.

I noted this exchange to my doctor who stated that post the civil war, the veterans married young wives.  During this doctor’s youth, there were parades in the hometown where the civil war wives were greeting the crowds.

My first hospital job was at the VA.  There was a nurse who finished 30 years during my presence.  This nurse stated that at an early association with another VA, one patient was an actual veteran of the Spanish-American war.

I heard Rush on the radio a few days back playing the clip of Clinton suggesting that this nation needs someone to care for them again.  A comic here plays the same theme.  It hearkens back to the election where some voter didn’t believe in adulthood and requested the the impeached so-in-so be a father.  Anyways, I would be happy to have a president who knew the rule of law.  I would be happy to have a president who believed – by actions – that “shall not be” means something.  I would be happy to have a president who required responsibility – individual – and promoted policies advocating the same.  I would be happy to have a president who knew that a border was an absolute requirement for maintenance of a country.  I would be happy to have a president who knew that every country had blots in their history and ours was a history in which one could have pride.  I would be happy to have a president who understood that there was a 10th amendment meaning that states had responsibility and were not simply agencies to fulfill federal mandates.  I would be happy to have a president who reduced the unelected bureaucracy to return power back to the states and people from whom these bureaucracies have stolen it.  I would be happy to have a president who didn’t apologize for our country when abroad.  I would be happy to have a president who stood erect in the presence of other world dignitaries, who represent repressive regimes by the way.  I would be happy to have a president who stands by our allies and doesn’t insult their gestures of good will.  I would be happy to have a president who understood that energy produces good products when in the hands of productive individuals.  I would be happy to have a president who understood that muslims have no good will for this country.  I would be happy to have a president who understood that socialism is a threat to the prosperity of this people.  I would be happy to have a president who understood that welfare steals the soul of the individual and has a history of destroying families.  I would be happy to have a president who understood the family is the basic unit of society and needs support, not derision.  I would be happy to have a president who understood the safety of this country lies on the backs of men and women committing their lives to a cause greater than themselves, who deserve to be treated with respect, not used as a social petri dish.

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