Accepting the Necessities.
Read today that an acquaintance had died and someone was
asking for donations for his cremation. Had only met up with him, his wife, daughter
and her husband one time, but had shared some opinions online. His “ranch” was
a hit or miss affair that just drank money and made none, but he was not the
sort to give up on critters that might not get a good home if he was not there
to provide for them. It made me think that one of our first jobs as adults is
to provide the means ahead of time to deal with our earthly remains. When we
talked about funerals and such once upon a time, Lewis said that he did not
want folks coming AFTER he died. He wanted to talk to them ahead of his death
so he could appreciate them and vice versa. Made sense to me. We bought a
couple of cremation policies and then another one provided for our youngest son
on his death. The main thing is that if a family is small and doesn’t have
unlimited resources, it just does not seem fair to ask someone else to take
care of the final situation. It is, after all, just part of life. Eventually,
the entire earth will seem to accept that what consists of mostly water and
some flesh and blood should be returned to the earth in the least disruptive
manner. If you have read enough in that book provided to all of us, it says
that someday the seas and the earth will return those that are therein. How old
we are or aren’t, what sex or nationality, whatever loves we held—those won’t
matter at that time. The armies and navies and all those men and women who have
fought whenever and wherever—all will be resurrected at one point. The outcome
of life after that will be determined by acceptance of what God has offered.
Nothing more, nothing less.
It's too hot to fuss about the heat. Plus, griping about
heat and the sagging expectations toward moving around either inside or outside
won’t change a blasted thing. Only in the predawn day is the air comfortable.
The late evening is still hot and full of mosquitoes! Not interested in giving
that kind of blood donations.
The hens are not interested in laying eggs. The dogs only
found one squirrel and just sat there and watched it rather than bark. Peanut
butter on a rat trap screwed to the side of the tree might stop that messy
little bushy tailed rat! Despise those creatures. They chew holes in the boards
around the attic vents, get inside and eat electrical wiring, and then cause
fires with their nests full of leaves and dried whatever. Rats will do the same
thing, but they are less likely to cuss the dogs and start something.
Both dogs are trying to stay cool. Thought about taking
them out and dunking them in the water trough. Thompson probably would not
really care. Sylvia would have to be drug into the tub and then her feet would
have to be cleaned before she would shake all over the kitchen and living room.
Yours truly might just have to go drag the silver water trough out of the green
house and fill it full of water. Can we have a hot tub without a water pump?
Would consider just taking a cold shower, but the water coming out of the cold
side is hot! Ah, summers in Texas.
Honestly think it would be better to find a funny joke site
to share with you rather than have a bunch of folks accosted with situational
sadness. Will have to ask Carla for a traffic report on her street and get
Robin C. to tell us how many pounds of food go into the food bank distribution
where she lives and helps out. Those descriptions would at least be more
cheerful than getting the weather report from Texas.
We still need to have that attitude of gratitude. God has
blessed this nation especially with peace and prosperity when compared to
others. No matter what we gripe about—lack of bread on the shelves, the prices
of meat or gasoline, the lack of mental health facilities or providers—nothing compares
to what is going on in the rest of the world. We just need to pray for peace
and blessings on this entire earth. May God give all of us rain in due season
and peace among all peoples. Let us give of the love He has given us.
Rest well and stay hydrated, my friends. You are loved.
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