Better than yesterday, but still so-so

I did feel a lot better than yesterday, but now the gray, cold and rainy time seems to have settled in–the type of weather that usually lasts a couple of days here in New Jersey.

Well, there’s nothing to be done about the weather.

I don’t know if  I had mentioned this, but about six months ago, Lee’s teacher from the martial arts school he had attended several years ago stopped by  to pick up Lee’s katana.  There was no way I could have sold it, so he took it and said he would try to find a buyer for me.  I had called him once and had not heard from him.  He had said it would most likely take some time to find a buyer.  Yesterday, I happened to be on line and found out that he had passed away at the end of September.  That was a shocker.  I am just going to let it go.  I do intend to send a note of condolence to his wife.  I am stunned because although he was up there in years, he was in fantastic shape.

That’s about it for today.

Have a good night, all.

See you tomorrow.

God bless everybody.

Patty

 

Some Dads with cats they never wanted.

Two good stories about dogs

Can We Help the Queen of Suspense? REPRINT FROM 2024

Oy Rodney – Lee Duigon

We’ve been waiting two weeks for Chapter DCCXLIV of Violet Crepuscular’s immortal romance novel, Oy, Rodney. Is she all right?

“She went out trick-or-treatin’ last night,” says her neighbor, Mr. Pitfall, “and never come back. She wears the same costume every year–a milkmaid with sort of a stuffed possum on her shoulder.” Last night was Oct. 5. “She likes to get out there before anybody else,” explains Mr. Pitfall. “Once or twice she came out in August. Nobody ever gives her any candy. I give her some chewin’ tobacco once.”

To recapitulate: The June Taylor Dancers, transported into the Victorian Age, are hiding in the woods around Scurveyshire. Lord Jeremy Coldsore is hunting for them with his 20-pound accordion. And Mr. Pudding is preparing his newts for war. There’s also something about Lady Margo Cargo discovering the source of the Nile, but Ms. Crepuscular has been strangely silent about that.

She does have a message for her readers. If you can’t find a copy of The Scurveyshire Times, here’s the substance of it.

“Dear readers, I have not stopped writing! I am only building up the suspense. That is why they call me The Queen of Suspense. That is why they call my most devoted readers ‘Idiots.’ Next week, honest, I’ll have that chapter for you!”

[Editor’s Note: Mr. Pitfall goes to bed at 6 p.m. every night. If Violet had come home at 6:15, he would have missed her.]

God’s Faithfulness Will Not Fail REPRINT from 12/2020

Martin Selbrede: Chalcedon's Scholar

Usually I wait for Arise & Build articles to be published on Chalcedon’s website (www.chalcedon.edu/) before I comment on them, so I can provide you with a link to them. But “The Victory of Truth,” by Martin Selbrede, is too inspiring to wait for. Once it’s on the website, I’ll link to it and you can read it. But for the time being, let this suffice.

Martin’s text is Romans 3:4, “Let God be true but every man a liar.” He quotes John Murray: “[T]he unbelief of men does not bring to nought the faithfulness of God.”

What does that mean? It means that even if no one believes God’s word anymore, He will still carry out His plan. He is, after all, God.

And if we seek to enter into God’s labors as His servants, and He is pleased to accept us, that’s only an expression of love and respect on both sides of the bargain. God’s will shall yet prevail even if all of us fail Him. God is not a human general who can lose a battle because one of his subordinate commanders fails to carry out his orders.

Is this good news, or what? God has promised to put all Creation under the sovereign kingship of His Son, our Lord Jesus Christ–and He will do it. All who oppose Him are merely headed for the fire.

We are not given a timetable for this. We are called upon to exercise our faith. As St. Paul put it, “For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope: for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for? But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it” (Rom. 8:24-25).

Work, pray, hope–and believe!

And Can it Be?

Tomorrow should be better than today

Actually, tomorrow can’t help but be better than today.

Had a rather unpleasant experience yesterday, which really affected today.

I had a panic/anxiety attack yesterday which totally took the wind out of my sails.  I had a few of them when I was in my early twenties (talk about ancient history!) and they are very debilitating and scary.  Another one of those things that you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy.  Needless to say, I felt very frail and off today.

Like I’ve said so often–tomorrow has to be better.

I’m signing off now and will try again manana.

Have a good night, all.

See you tomorrow.

God bless everybody.

Patty

Adopted stray becomes boss of this woman’s workshop

Senior dog didn’t know her best days were ahead.

We’ve Hired a Professor! REPRINT from 11/2020

Taking Selfies With The Happy Quokka Has Been Banned In Australia | Happy animals, Cute animals, Quokka

G’day from Quokka University! Byron here: and, as chairquokka of our Political Science Dept., I wish to announce the hiring of an associate professor! Hired by me, in fact. Trumpets, please! May I introduce our first associate professor of political science…here he is…

NORBERT

Norbert the therapy dog!

I hired him because you can hardly believe how sharply he can change direction, even while running at full speed. This is an invaluable skill in politics! Human politicians take pride in their ability to zig-zag, but Norbert puts them all to shame.

I have assigned him to teach Sharp Turns 101 and Being For It, Then Against It 202.

Did I mention he works cheap? Well, he only weighs three pounds, it’s not like you have to feed him a lot. No need to raise the tuition just to feed Professor Norbert.

As for the burning question, “What is the tuition?”, well, don’t look at me, I’m the Poli Sci Dept.! See if you can find the registrar, Aunt Feezy the Quokka, and ask her. I think I saw her going into the mangrove swamp.