Happy Friday to all. A nice toasty warm morning here, all of +5 degrees, going supposedly to a tropical +21. Yes, I truly do miss living in the Deep South. Or even the not-so-deep South, our former home in west Arkansas is seeing 52 degrees today. They were all excited yesterday at the news that they might actually see that foreign substance, SNOW, something we rarely saw in our time there, and certainly at a time, like today, where we are still officially in Autumn, not in Winter. Must be some of that Catastrophic Global Warming that the professional liars have been yakking about for the last 15 years or so. Wrongly. Right now, Global Warming sounds like a Very Good Idea to me.
Yesterday was a day of national mourning. My birthday. I don't really "celebrate" them, really hardly ever did since about the age of 10, and don't make any kind of Big Deal over it. Nor does anyone else, even Wife had forgotten it. Which is fine with me. But, coming at this time of the year as it does, it always leads to some thoughts, thoughts about what has gone before and what may lie ahead, thoughts about purpose for being here, still, and what I am supposed to be about. No answers, not really, but some half-formed thoughts. Perhaps more of that will be shared at a later time. For today, I am grateful to be up and moving about, even when the temperature is in the single digits.
Dear Wife went next door a few minutes ago to "watch" the great-niece as mom heads to work. Tomorrow is the 4th birthday of that urchin. So they'll be making cakes and pies later on as there will be a gathering over there to commemorate the Great Day. Great Stuff I am sure.
We had Small Cat racing through the bedroom during the night. This is the one we took in on a "rescue" about six weeks ago. Tiny thing she was, and more than half starved. She's now as big as the adult boy cats (both fixed, by the way), and eats constantly. She gets a "bug" or something, and regards us, the bed, the bedroom, etc. as part of a race track course. Makes it hard to sleep, of course, so I had to rise at 02:00 and toss her out into the main area and secure the door. Avoids the racetrack, but inasmuch as our only source of heat in this hovel is a gas-fired fireplace in the living room, it also makes for a very cold bedroom. So we (meaning me) piled on more blankets, and turned on an electric heater to warm Wife's side of the bed. Adding to an already high utility bill, I am sure. We surely have a fun life. And, during that, we could hear that one of the adult cats was puking something up. He has a sensitive stomach or something. We buy a fairly expensive dry cat food for them to deal with that, but the one brand (Evolve) has evidently been reformulated to make it less useful to us and is no longer available at the nearby WallyMart. The just-as-expensive Rachel Ray Nutrish doesn't seem to be doing much better. And we can't afford to take him to the vet, we just can't. Not sure how this will turn out.
Song running through my head during the night. Not sure what that portends, but it's a good one, a favorite of many in fact. Jesus Paid It All. True.
The reading from the Old Testament is chapters 7, 8, and 9 of Amos. Prophecy. Judgment. Unwelcome, unwanted, unhonored, and it came to pass.
Our New Testament reading is chapter 7 of the Revelation. More prophecy, more judgment. And it will come to pass. Soon too, I think.