MissPerfect says--We love paradoxical stories: Dorothy Gale
travels far away to the land of Oz and learns there’s no place like home. Those
of you into the Lord of Rings, the mighty Dark Lord Sauron can only be defeated
by a simple hobbit named Frodo and his even simpler companion Sam. Folks are
drawn to paradox. This “It’s Saturday” might be a paradox and it might
not. You decide. Some of you might
say—erv, you are apparently “a dimly burning wick,” you have no idea about
any of this stuff let me tell ya! Take that into consideration when reading
this.
My Daddy, Chester, enjoyed watching Red Skelton so our
family had to watch him tooooo. He sorta
kinda made me laugh; I thought he was funny.
I wasn’t a big TV watcher back then and am still not, but I did watch
some Red Skelton. Red Skelton said—I
only come to life when there are people watching. He was an entertainer. Apparently, he meant
that he likes to show off a.k.a. put on a show.
Do you know any folks like that? CadillacJack
says—It’s apparent that some folks are different at different times; it is more
apparent that the good ones are the same all the time no matter who they are
around and what’s going on. I read this
that seems to be full of wisdom-- Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud
but be willing to associate with people of low position. Do not be
conceited. ItchieBitchie says—That doesn’t work very well for me; I like
to impress folks!
I realize that some of you don’t believe in God soooo that
means you don’t believe in heaven and hell. The reason why I know that is you
have told me. That (i.e. my opinion
means that you don’t have much to hope for eternal life in heaven—I have a hard
time understanding how anyone doesn’t want Hope). I have no clue how that is going to work out
for you BUT I’m just a little ol’ farm boy from a mile and fourth south of
Roseland, MN. I bought some bratwurst dogs
the other day that had some jalapeno peppers in them (i.e. I sometimes like the
kick of peppers). ANYWAY, I took my
first bite and said to myself—They must apparently forgot to put any jalapeno
peppers in this one. Then it all of a sudden, the hot sensation kicked in; it
just took a while to get there.
SenecaTheRocketDog, an ancient Roman philosopher said—A sailor without a
destination cannot hope for a favorable wind; hope is an anchor to the soul.
I said to a friend who was closing their business in our
little town--I don’t like to see it. He
said—Well it’s like trying to push water uphill! Folks, that is not a good
thing, not like eating ice cream. That is much like what I say when I ride my bike
up hill and against the wind. It seems like I’m always doing that anymore! Not much of a gorilla anymore. But I’m not much like a panther either!
The conclusion of the matter is: RickyRick says--Hurt people hurt people. The
more people are hurting, the more they lash out at everybody else. People who
aren’t hurting don’t hurt others. People who are filled with love are loving
toward others. People who are filled with joy are joyful to others. People who
are filled with peace are at peace with everybody else. But people who are
hurting inside are going to hurt others. They’re going to lash out. Apparently, what we have in our heart sorta
kinda shows up on the outside by our actions.
Saturday question—What are you showing today?
CommonSenseJoe
says—You have no control over what the other guy does. You only have control what you do. Apparently,
he thinks it’s cool! I got some milk at
Casey’s early one morning. There was a
guy talking to the young female cashier using some really bad language. He left and I asked her if she is offended by
his language—no I’m not; that is mild compared to what I hear; I just get used
to it; young people are the worse. I
don’t think it’s proper especially talking to a young lady that way—I agree but
what are you going to do; you can’t control folks; the only person you can
control is yourself. Who is that guy
anyway—don’t know; we call him the coffee guy as he comes in almost every
morning and talks and makes coffee for us.
He has a captured audience (i.e. probably no one else will tolerate him). I guess most folks aren’t impressed with
folks that use that type of language (i.e. I’m surely not). Apparently, I don’t care to be around folks
who use that type of language as I don’t know many folks who use that kind of
language. I have my opinion as to why folks use that language. Why do you think
they use bad language? Mr.DeadSea says-- Any Fool Can Do That! Let me tell you
sooooo ‘cause I have been there. I’m
watching the high school football team practicing on the junior high football
field in our back yard as I write this.
Does bad language go along with football? Is there a connection? Do folks who use bad
language fit a certain profile (e.g. like is there is more bad language in a
factory or in an office or do some families use bad language more than
others—does age make a difference)? I have a lot of questions but few
answers.
Not today! Our
friend, Caleb, would come up to Arlene and greet her saying—Not Today! She couldn’t figure out why he would say
that. She asked his parents and found
out the reason. Arlene directed the
choir like for 25 years but the choir didn’t sing the last Sunday of the
month. Sooooo, that is the Sunday he
would greet her—Not Today! Isn’t that a
fun story? JoeBlow says—I’m hoping to Slide
in Sideways! Due to modern medicine and hospice care, fewer people die now with
“famous last words” on their lips (i.e. not today). But in days past, folks
would sit with pen and paper to record their final statements of dying (e.g. Evangelist
D. L. Moody said, “This is my coronation day! It is glorious!”). “A
continual looking forward to the eternal world is not a form of escapism or
wishful thinking, but one of the things a Christian is meant to do.”--C. S.
Lewis MissPerfect says--Eternity is a
wonder all right; Joesixpack says—How can this all be or happen—very simple
Joesixpack, because he’s God.
A friend and I had a good conversation the other day. She told me--I don’t like grumpy in other
folks but I do it well! What a hoot! I
read recently that to go forward a person must be honest with themselves; if
you don’t, you will never go forward. We
also talked about something related to not being honest to the situation and
that is alibis. Boy, do folks have good
alibis. They are sooooo funny to listen
toooo. Some really make me laugh (i.e.
especially if I know the folks). Recently I talked to some gals at a business
about relationships. I encouraged them
all to make a new relationship. Most or
all said they didn’t have time. One, I
think kidding, said—I can friend a new person on Facebook!
Apparently, it works. I couldn’t
get Arlene in the golf cart anymore sooooooo I did some thinking and came up
with this idea. We have two steps with
landings to our front door. Soooo I
manipulated the golf cart next to it and thought I would make a platform to
make it even with the golf cart. I asked
my friend, Secretariat, what he thought of the idea. He tweaked my idea and even made it for
me. It works slicker than a
whistle. We are back on the course
again. Bingo! Secretariat also helped me fix the electric starter on my $100
snow blower. He decided that the clogs on
the flywheel were worn and that prevented it from engaging. He discovered if he would put his foot on the
starter, pushed it in, it worked. Ya
gotta be innovative and creative and adapt.
Now if he can come up with a way to get rid of Arlene’s Alzheimer’s! My
friend, Secretariat, is bight folks; just about as bright as the golf ball I
played with the other day. WorldClassLarry
says--It isn’t what you know but who you know! 
Apparently Doc is right. I was going to the post office the other
morning and met our retired Doctor walking back to his house. We talked.
I asked him what’s the deal with the holes in his shoes—I wear holes in
the top of my shoes from running (i.e. he runs six miles every day)—how long
does a pair of shoes last you—about 6 months.
He told me that when being missionaries in Africa, people died of want
and not of plenty compared to in America where people die of plenty and not of
want. It’s IA State Fair time; maybe the biggest attraction for many is to eat
all of the different fair food! Ouchy
ouchy! Recently a friend and I were talking about her boss who lost a lot of
weight. She told me that his doctor told him that he had a choice—either lose a
lot of weigh or die! Yikes!
Early last Sunday morning, just before I got up, I had a
dream. It wasn’t a revelation or
anything but it was about my association with a young lady who was in poverty,
found a guy who they seemed to love each other, she had a little girl, had an
old car, and for some reason I was part of her life. Oh, one more thing, Bill, a pickleball buddy
was there toooo. It was by Lake MI. This
is crazy! I got up made some coffee and
wrote this down (i.e. if I don’t, I forget my dreams; never remember them). SusieQ
says—erv, soooooo what, we all have dreams that are just as crazy. I just think this dream apparently affected
me a little. I can’t exactly tell you
how because I don’t know myself. But
even in the dream I was affected by her. CrazyMarvin says—erv erv, your bladder
was probably full and it was apparently putting pressure on your brain!
I got to get going! Secretariat says—Let’s get going, we’re burning day
light. The guynorthoftown says—When the sun is shining, we gotta make hay! If the Lord is willing and the creek don’t
rise, I’ll see you next Saturday.
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:
erv
MyFriendJean says—It gets easy to let work and
responsibilities substitute for life.
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