Today? Meh.

I spent most of today getting in my own way.

Had a great deal of trouble accomplishing anything.

Of course the weather didn’t help.  I can hear some of you groaning “Oh, she’s on about the weather again”, but hear me out.  It went up to 80 today.  Two days ago I was wearing my down puffer coat.  It’s kind of hard on the ole body (at least my ole body) to deal with.

Then, when I went to the store, I discovered my cars a/c didn’t work.  The blower is working–it blows like a son-of-a-gun-but it blows hot air.  Please, let it just be a fuse.

Other than that, all is OK.

Tomorrow I have 2 things that I must accomplish.

Anything over that is a bonus.

Pray for our troops.

God bless everybody.

Patty

 

 

 

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My Enhanced Bio REPRINT

Here are a couple of my friends at Arthur’s court. They let you take pictures now.

From September 4, 2015

I read somewhere that an author can sell more books if he’s had an interesting life. I have decided that makes sense. Herewith is my enhanced biography, full of stuff you never knew about me.

I was born at an undisclosed location, and it was not until recently that I learned my true origins, which I am not at liberty to disclose. To know that I walked the earth would be a mortal disappointment to a certain powerful government.

I was a Navy Seal when they were still known as Walruses. You could look it up. In 1968 we kidnapped Mao Tse-tung, but the White House made us give him back. This incident made me cynical, so I quit government service and went on to visit countries that are not supposed to exist, but do.

For two years I advised the Steward of Gondor, and if he’d taken my advice, they would’ve all saved themselves a lot of trouble.  I have been a vacuum cleaner salesman in Narnia, not one of my more lucrative enterprises, and an estate manager for Lord Greystoke, aka Tarzan of the Apes, in the country just north of Opar–places you won’t find on any map.

I have learned the name of him who comes when you whistle for him, O my lad, and I have visited most of the royal courts mentioned in The Mabinogion. At the court of Arthur, Kay threatened to expose me as a mountebank. Unwilling to change history by damaging Sir Kay, I wandered until I drifted into the country of Obann. There I heard the Bell of King Ozias sound from the summit of Bell Mountain. I return to Obann as often as I can.

I haven’t mentioned any of this stuff in interviews. John Carter says he’ll feed me to the Green Martians if I do.

Where’s Daddy? REPRINT

From May 13, 2012

This may seem an odd topic for Mother’s Day, but think about it–where have all the fathers gone?

Time Magazine–it’s only about as thick as a supermarket flyer now–had a cover story this week on something called “Attachment Parenting,” with a cover photo showing a a rather striking “mom” with a four-year-old boy literally “attached” to her by the breast: yes, a four-year-old boy still breast-feeding.

Is the boy’s father presumed missing? Some 40% of America’s children nowadays are born out of wedlock, so maybe Daddy was never in the picture in the first place. Or maybe the father in this case is merely invisible, irrelevant, not part of the equation.

Call me old-fashioned, but I think my father would’ve had something to say about it if my mother had insisted on breast-feeding me after I could walk and talk and wear clothes. Something like: “What are you trying to do to my son? Raise him up to be some kind of great big mo-mo?”

But consider our hopelessly corrupt culture’s take on fatherhood.

No dads–that’s great!

Two dads–that’s even better! Hip-hip-hooray!

One dad–boo! Hiss! Boo! How archaic, how sexist! But if you insist on having one dad in the household, the least you can do is make him silent, invisible, and totally ineffectual. Otherwise he might say something gauche when Junior goes off to kindergarten and the school’s Gender Coach teaches him, “You can be a boy one day and a girl the next, depending on how you feel.”

I grew up in a world of men and women. God help the children of this benighted age.

The Perfect Wisdom of Our God

Today

Today I learned a very simple and basic lesson.

You can’t do two things at once.  If you try, both endeavors will suffer.

Do not try  to trim your hair while listening to an audiobook and taking notes.  Anybody should be able to see that is not a really smart idea.

Duh.

It seems so simple and logical–but why do we always try to do more than one thing at a time?   That’s one for the philosophers.

Tomorrow is bound to be better, although today was not a bad day at all.  The predicted rain never showed up and that’s always good.   They are predicting rain for the next few days.

That’s about it for now.

See you tomorrow.

Pray for our troops.

God bless everybody.

Patty

 

Acorn and Leaf – Soulmates.