I had a wisdom tooth extracted recently. I also had one pulled last summer. The oral surgeon asked me how the last year’s
extraction healed. I said it took a long
time it seemed. He said—erv, you have
had a lot of birthdays since you were 16!
I suppose having two wisdom teeth extracted has lessened my wisdom—and I
didn’t have much to start with!! Sooooo
be very careful when reading this “It’s Saturday.”
Have
you ever said—I have had enough! That’s
pretty much enough! Something is going to have to change! Enough is enough!
Maybe God said that tooo. Sooo He told Noah to build an ark and put a set of
all the animals on it. Then it rained
for 40 days and 40 nights killing everyone and everything. Cleansed the earth
of all evil (i.e. start from scratch again).
In 2016 He probably says—That didn’t work real well! Saturday question—Why didn’t He just change
their hearts instead of killing all those folks? I suppose I’m missing something here
folks. His understanding I cannot
fathom—God is God and that’s the way it is. I have a human mind and He is
God. I suppose that makes a
difference.
I know folks who think they know everything (i.e. wear a big
cowboy hat but have no cattle). Do you
know such folks? I know folks who are very humble (i.e. they know a lot but
don’t always think they know everything—I have a lot of these folks on my cell
phone contact list); I’m not very smart, just a little old farm boy from a mile
and a fourth south of Roseland, MN soooo I lean on you folks heavily; you folks
who are very smart, share your knowledge with me (i.e. make me look smarter
than I actually am). I read this while
eating my oatmeal with a half a banana on it—Pride is the sin of making “self”
our god… "All of you, clothe yourselves with humility toward one another,
because, 'God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.'" - 1 Peter
5:5b
Ah, what! I had a conversation with a hs graduate recently who
also attends the same church that we attend. I gave her a hug and we had a very
nice conversation (i.e. I like this gal).
She looked me right in the eye.
Not just looked me in the eye but looked me in the eye “engagingly.” It
was with feeling and attention. No
faking folks, just a heartfelt feeling.
She pierced my heart. Flip the
pancake. I have talked to folks who give me the feeling they would rather not
talk to me but, hey, it’s their job soooo they feel they have toooooo. I
suppose they would rather not talk to me and the reality is, I would rather not
talk to them. After a while they don’t talk to me and I don’t talk to
them. I suppose that works as I really
don’t care. A rookie pro-golfer was
playing with Arnold Palmer for the first time years ago. The rookie said that Mr. Palmer told him—Look
everyone in the eye when you leave the course and you will be successful.
Bingo.
I suppose they were just having fun! We had late dinner Thursday night on the
patio of Dry Dock Lodge on West Okoboji.
A group of maybe 8 young adults came and sat behind us. They obviously had been drinking (i.e. didn’t
seem to be old enough to drink legally but I’m not sure). One young adult was inebriated and was obnoxiously
loud and used foul language (i.e. used the f word a lot). Several times his friends told him to hush
up. He didn’t. The waiter came to take his order and he was
rude and gross (i.e. that is what intoxication will do). Then he said he didn’t
feel well. One of his friends took him down on the dock. He heaved his guts out. I suppose he was
having fun! There was another senor
couple sitting at a table next to us.
The guy said to the table of young adults—I see your friend has the flu. One of them responded—Ya, the summer
variety. The senior guy said back—If I
was his friend on the dock with him, I would push him off the dock into the
lake. He needs his mouth washed out! The table of young adults were quiet—maybe enough
was said.
I suppose he got over it – maybe. I saw a guy the other day and thought about
an experience I had with him maybe 30 years ago. I wrote the insurance on his
business and he did some PPM (i.e. piss poor management). He wanted his insurance policy to pay for his
mistake. PPM is not always covered by
insurance. He didn’t want to own up to the fact that he screwed up. He became quite angry at me. Maybe sorta kinda showed his real character,
I don’t know. I have always wondered if
he is this way more often. Probably I suppose. When it comes to money, folks
show a different face quite often other when they are in church. Such is life.
WorldClassLarry says—I suppose I really don’t care! He says—I really don’t care for Hillary or
Donald. They give me the willies! I
really don’t care. I wish we could have
different candidates. Yabut WorldClassLarry, that is who the majority of folks
decided they wanted to run. Maybe you have an analytical mind in a digital
world! WorldClassLarry says—Maybe soooo but I really don’t care about much
stuff that I use to. I just don’t
care. I eliminate myself from the loop
of certain things and it is the way it is.
Folks don’t agree with me opinions soooo I just don’t care—Why get
sooooo excited about it if folks don’t agree with me and don’t want my opinion.
My life is much more enjoyable. I have to admit it.
A guy told me recently--I suppose folks really don’t
understand how hard it is if you can’t hear (i.e. have very limited hearing); I
miss a lot and it causes a lot of problems; folks just don’t realize that
unless you can’t hear. He gave me the
impression that he might be as the saying goes—As mad as hell! I told the guy—You
just need to accept how folks relate to you; they don’t understand. When folks are perfect, they just don’t
understand. Ya just need to make the most of it. Such is life.
I supposed but didn’t know for sure! I run some (i.e. if that is what you call it;I might be exaggerating by saying running) and
sometimes it hurts when I run. I
sometimes can run through it (i.e. it stops hurting). Sometimes my back hurts, sometimes my knees
hurts, sometimes my hamstring muscle hurts, sometimes my ankles hurt etc. It isn’t always the same hurt. Ya, sometimes nutten hurts toooooo. I asked a couple of friends who run marathons
and iron man competition if they have hurts (i.e. their training is like a
job—that intense). They both said—I
suppose if you train has hard as I do, there is always something that hurts; ya
just have to deal with it and run through it.
Huh, interesting.
When the f4 tornado hit Parkersburg (i.e. the town in which our
insurance agency’s office was) 8 years ago, many houses were destroyed and
damaged. Many of those houses we
insured. One guy’s house was damaged
severally. It was a decision if it could
be repaired or if it needed to be replaced.
This guy got real excited and mad (i.e. as mad as hell). CrazyMarvin says—To get as mad as hell for
some is as easy as falling off a log! I didn’t personally handle his claim
sooooo I don’t know all the details. We
ended up building him a new house (i.e. he came out smelling like a rose). He was mad at me these last 8 years as I, I guess 'cause I was a principal of our agency. During the
last 8 years I would see him maybe 2 times a year. I would greet him and he would not acknowledge
me at all or just grunt and turn his head. Well a couple of weeks ago I was
having breakfast at Todd’s Neighborhood Grill with a friend and he walked by
our booth and I said to him—How’s your golf game? He engaged in a little
conversation and joked with me. I
suppose he got over his anger at me after 8 years or he developed dementia and
forgot he was mad at me. Such is life.
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:
MyFriendJean says—Good words are worth much and cost little.
P.S. SusieQ says—Politics is more art than science.
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