VERY BUSY TODAY DIDN’T ACCOMPLISH MUCH

Today was one of those days where mostly you get in your own way trying to get things done.

Finding suitable content, editing, fielding nuisance calls, ordering groceries, setting up my new phone book, etc.  I also forgot to do my emails today, so there are probably a couple hundred of those waiting.

Just really the business of everyday living, but some days one seems to be more efficient at it.

Called the landlord first thing and the heat came on in about 20 minutes.  This is a very old building and there is only one thermostat for the whole building and it is in apartment 1.  Almost everyone who has ever lived there seems to be completely baffled by the concept of the thermostat.  The tenant in Apt. one had turned the heat completely off when we had those few hot days–last week or the week before–and just forgot to turn it back on.

Well at least that problem is solved, which is good because it is going down to 31 or thereabouts tonight.

Jeez, I’m tired.

See you tomorrow.

God bless everybody.

Patty

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From February 26, 2015

If you can’t keep up the culture, you can’t keep anything. You can’t have a republic of dummies. Know-nothings are not able to maintain a modern economy.

But Scholastic Books seems intent on applying the art of bonsai to the human mind. The bonsai artist creates little tiny trees. The cultural bonsai artist creates little tiny minds.

You know you’re getting there when adult crossword puzzles have to be taken off the market because nobody out there is able to do them.

I’ve been reading the first two books in Scholastic’s Wings of Fire series. These fantasy novels, pitched to Young Readers, are all about dragons. Dragons are, we would think, very different from human beings. But the dragons in these books say things like:

“Ew, that’s gross!” “Awwwwww, how cute!” “You guys.” A sadistic monster character is described as “mean.” And here’s an immortal line of dialogue from Book #2, The Lost Heir: “Would you like me to spell out ‘DRAGONETS WUZ HERE’ in giant rocks?”

WUZ? In all caps? Say it ain’t so. Any moment now, I’m going to wake up and find out none of this has happened, it was just a bad dream… Nope, the book’s still there in front of me. Still packed to the brim with stupid, cliche-choked dialogue guaranteed to keep a child’s mind perpetually locked into its 11th year, unable to grow, unable to develop. A mind subjected to the art of cultural bonsai.

And it goes on for as long as its victims live. The dumbing-down of this generation never stops. Whether it’s high schools handing out diplomas to students who can barely sign their own names, or colleges sucking up five or six years’ worth of tuition to give poor, debt-saddled “graduates” degrees in thumb-sucking, Star Wars Studies, Women’s Studies, or Licking Chalk off the Blackboard, our pop culture and our schools never stop binding the roots, pruning back the branches, stunting the trunk–to produce adults who think like 11-year-olds, support Obama, and can’t do crossword puzzles because they’re just too hard.

People who watch the Kardashians.

God help us. Deliver us. Save us.

A Mighty Fortress is Our God

Motivation-less Day

First, let me say–I really like my landlord.  He is a very nice guy.

That being said, he does this thing where the heat goes off on April 15.  It is very cold and gray today 50 degrees with off and on rain.  I know we need the rain–not griping about that–but heat?  Does it have anything to do with Tax day?  I’m  wearing a T-shirt, plus a sweatshirt, plus Lee’s hoodie (which is down to my knees) inside the house and my hands and feet and the tip of my nose are cold.  It will be OK when I go to bed thanks to my down comforter, but jeez, I am freezing my buns off.

Did not do much of anything today but surf the net.  I saw a story today about a group of medical people pulling a fraud, getting money for hospice facilities and patients who did not exist.  They were raking in money.  How very low can you get?  Really–hospice–just awful.  I can’t bring myself to even cover stories that bad.

Our nature, without God, without Jesus, is absolutely awful.

Sometimes, I don’t know what He sees in us.

It will be a very early night for me tonight.  At least I’ll be warm when I’m sleeping.

See you tomorrow.

God bless everybody.

Patty

 

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