Thursday, December 30, 2021
Thursday, December 23, 2021
and I've got a hunch
Thursday, December 16, 2021
Thursday, December 9, 2021
Music from The Sandpipers, with 'Come Saturday Morning'.
Thursday, December 2, 2021
Music from Wall Of Voodoo, with 'Mexican Radio'.
Sylvia would rather have ice cream than tacos.
Thursday, November 25, 2021
On this Thanksgiving Day, I'm grateful for the end of pride.
I've had several bad falls lately, causing concussions, and now, while walking the dogs, I wear a hard hat. It looks dorky, but believe me, TBI is dorkier still.
If the poem seems familiar, it's because I wrote it as a comment for last week's Five Minute Friday home page, with the prompt HIDE.
It does say all I need to say.
Infirmity is something thatI would prefer to hide,but now I wear a hard hatwhen I walk outside.My cancer'd leg will let me down,so I won't be fussing;even though I look the clown,it's better than concussion,and so I'd like to say to youthat there's no need for shamein doing what you have to do,just treat it as a game,and go on with your head held high,and bid your prickly pride goodbye.
The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is NOURISH. Alrighty then.
Each little congregationis in a constant lurch,so go ye, take your station,and nourish your small church.Take up a chosen ministry,or go where you are sentto serve, on Earth, Eternity,and live the sacramentof being hands and heart of Christ,of spreading the good news;some see it as sacrifice,but you won't sing the blues,for you'll see God's smiling facewhen you're cheerful in your place.
Five minutes, plus a few seconds.
Music from Brewer and Shipley, with One Toke Over The Line.Sylvia doesn't care if I look dorky. First things first, like ice cream.
Music from Brewer and Shipley, with One Toke Over The Line.
Thursday, November 18, 2021
Thursday, November 11, 2021
Thursday, November 4, 2021
Thursday, October 28, 2021
Nights can be hard, but Satan can't win if we call for help.
Thursday, October 21, 2021
Thursday, October 14, 2021
Thursday, October 7, 2021
The world is kind of closing in. Can't get down to the workshop now; it hurts my leg too much to walk there.
And how can I have a metastasis in my femur, if I have to look up how to spell the word? That just seems WRONG, somehow, yeah?
But I'm short on breath, too. There are a couple of new chest tumours, visible through the ribs... I'm giving them names, now. These are Scooby Doo and Scrappy Doo.
But I am doing what I can, some custom woodwork for Barbie. It's not a lot.
But I have to believe it's worthwhile, for the alternative is abject despair.
You might be expecting a link to the old standard, 'Little Things Mean A Lot' here, but I REALLY don't like that song, so here are the Stones, with 'You Can't Always Get What You Want' instead.
Does look like Sylvia got what she wanted, eh?
Thursday, September 30, 2021
Wakey, wakey, Jesus Time,
Doo dah, Doo dah,
Thursday, September 23, 2021
Thursday, September 16, 2021
Thursday, September 9, 2021
Thursday, September 2, 2021
Thursday, August 26, 2021
Thursday, August 19, 2021
Thursday, August 12, 2021
OK, how could God be lonely? He's got everything, right?
He doesn't have us...we have to give ourselves to Him freely. Otherwise we're puppets.
And it's not OK when we don't give ourselves. He's hurt.
Witness the Garden of Gethsemane...Jesus asked His three closest friends to watch with Him while He prayed...and they fell asleep.