The Days of the Week.

 For some of us, the days of the week are a challenge--is today Monday? Nope, Sunday. One leg is both the same when the days don't really matter a lot. Trying to remember to put the trash bin across the road on Monday night is about as good as it gets until Thursday night and the same task rolls around if necessary. Someone asked me today when it would be convenient to meet. Dear hearts, one day is about the same as another in my world. The hens still lay eggs, the dogs bark, and the grass grows--not necessarily in that order. 

The grass really is doing a number out there! Can sit here in the living room and watch the grass just get as tall as my knees--and that is just near the porch. Now the hens do their number on anything that is good to eat. In fact, Jennifer walked by a plant yesterday and wanted to know why the hens had not eaten it. She looked it up on iNaturalist, and it is a flower that can't be touched by man or dogs! Good to know. So after it blooms, it is coming out of that ground. Not going to have anything growing out there that could hurt my dogs--or me!

Have Bluebonnets in full bloom on the walkway. Gary said he liked it. But it makes getting to the porch a little iffy. Then the petunias are growing through the cracks around the steps up to the porch so that the blooms will be right up to the edge. Kinda neat, but definitely not a good inducement to come up the walkway. Oh well. We have an old driveway area and a concrete ramp at the side of the porch. That is the best way up. Expecting FedEx on Tuesday, so maybe a little word to the wise when he gets here will keep him from stumbling. He will be carrying the box(es) for the new bed frame. Looking forward to getting that put up, but will have to wait until Lance gets here on Saturday.

A friend suggested The Great Courses to me and especially the ones about how music influences society. My master's thesis was basically about how men's thoughts about women were reflected in the literature of their times. They chose/choose what they want to believe and produce literature that reflects those choices. Thought about Geoffrey Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. That was the first work to be written in English vernacular, and he had his characters tell stories that reflected the beliefs--however erroneous or prejudiced--about women and their role in society during that time. Margaret Atwood chose to write The Handmaid's Tale with that same reflection of beliefs by men. Women, in that book, had no personality or rights. Chaucer would have been proud of M. Atwood.

Folks who have lived long enough tend to assume that younger folks understand "where they're coming from." Nope, they don't share even a small portion of the experiences for the most part. Physically, our country has changed drastically. Learning to drive back in the early 60s on Highway 79 was an experience! The big trucks had only so much room on that road as there were absolutely NO shoulders! Granted, cars back then were heavier and less likely to be blown off the road by the passing trucks, but it still did not make a person feel any more courageous after meeting a few combines on trailers! And then, too, the farm to market roads were just barely paved during those years. Looking at the highways--not calling them roads any longer--in the Metromess just serves to make us realize how much different driving has become over the years. The "expressways" were only opened in Wichita Falls by the time of my graduation in 1966. Today they are combined like ribbons over various parts of the city. Yep, just like the tangle of roads and overpasses in DFW or Ft. Worth! No, kids learning to drive today have no clue what learning how to drive was for us.

Was thinking today about prejudice and how the lives of so many folks have been stunted and otherwise made miserable. In this country it was against the law if a person was a homosexual. The states only started changing that in 1961 (Illinois), and the Supreme Court said that the states could not criminalize homosexuality in 2003. Before that time, hatred and ostracization was very common. In some states, it was as bad as the hatred shown toward Blacks during the 50s and 60s. No one can choose where they are born, the color of their skin, nor most of their proclivities. So it really is pretty horrible to be one of those persons who is terribly prejudiced against someone who does not believe in the same life style. Political leanings often make us miserable with one another, but that can be changed or overlooked to a great extent.

Somehow it does not seem to me that God looks down and says, "Only the ones that are perfect." Nope, in my understanding, Jesus died for all. 

For those of you who are hurting and need peace, may God bless you and give you healing. You are loved.