These baby gates may stymie crawling babies, but if you think they’re going to keep and cat in or out of anywhere, you’ve got another think coming. Over it, under it, through it, or around it–the cat will find a way.
Unless it’s too fat.
Month: July 2019
By Request, ‘In His Time’
I was steeling myself to write about last night’s Democrat debate, and the $200 trillion-plus deluxe fun-pack they trotted out–it grows on trees, y’know–when I spotted this hymn request from Erlene and decided to do that instead. I hope too many of you don’t mind.
In His Time, performed by Menchie Pancho with the St. Joseph’s Children’s Choir–and beautiful photos featuring God’s handiwork.
I think I chose wisely.
In A World Full Of Fish Be A Shark
Photo by Lukas Kondraciuk on his blog, “Through Open Lens”
Patty and I used to catch these little sharks by the dozen in Barnegat Bay. If you caught them at night, their eyes would reflect the moonlight in a golden glow. We got to be quite fond of them, and would always release them uninjured.
Racing the Rain Again
It looks like the wind from heaven is about to blow some heavy rain our way, so I’d better get out there and write what I can before it rains.
When Ellayne shinnied down the vine into “the cellar beneath the cellar,” she had no idea what they were going to find down there. I know how she felt: the book I’m writing now, The Wind From Heaven, is very much like that. Follow where the spirit leads you and see what you can find.
Monday I was totally at an impasse, had to stop writing for the day because I had no idea, no idea at all, what Lord Chutt was going to do in response to the position in which he found himself (all his own fault, I might add). Tuesday I came out, said a prayer for guidance, lit my cigar–and botta-bing, botta-boom! It just came out of my pen, that chunk of the story, as if it had been there all the time.
I ask the Lord to give me the story He wants me to tell, and so far He has–through twelve books, going on thirteen.
Cheat Your Way into College!
What do you suppose he majored in?
Watch out, here comes another college admissions scandal [thanks to Susan for the news tip].
What do you do if you’re way too “wealthy,” whatever that means, to qualify for financial aid for college, but not quite wealthy enough to eat the prodigious cost?
Easy! Just transfer guardianship of your offspring to some family member who’s not so well-off, who does qualify for aid–problem solved (https://www.wsj.com/articles/college-financial-aid-loophole-wealthy-parents-transfer-guardianship-of-their-teens-to-get-aid-11564450828?fbclid…) [Sorry, the rest of the link is too long to fit on the page.]
Question! All right, college costs a fortune. You’ve already spent $600,000 “educating” two kids, and now it’s the third kid’s turn and you don’t have another $300,000–so you finagle the system: you cheat. But what are you getting for your money? What is so freakin’ great about college that it’s worth so flamin’ much money?
Why does college cost so much?
So here are people cheating to get their kids into college. The Dept. of Education is investigating: somebody noticed when suddenly there were an awful lot of guardianship transfers in the Chicago area. We can always count on Chicago. It may be that this practice is not technically illegal–because no one ever anticipated the need to pass a law against it.
But even with virtually everybody going to college after high school, there are still some deserving students–I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said “deserving”: who deserves college?–who won’t get in because someone else cheated.
Educating ourselves to death, that’s what we’re doing…
‘How We Trash Our Country’ (2016)
“School” is great preparation for prison.
If you’re looking for racial hatred served up piping-hot, there’s a “school” in New York that’s got it.
I’d like to know why anti-white hate isn’t “hate”. I’d like to know why liberals praise and foster it. And I’d really like to know what kind of horse’s ass of a parent sends his or her child to such a school.
‘No, Not One’
No, Not One is from 1895, but I’d never heard it until last night. This spirited rendition is by the choir and congregation at The Church of God.
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord!
More Funny Critters
Want to drive yourself absolutely bonkers? Take a little four-year-old girl and give her one of those toy accordions that wheeze out random notes bearing no resemblance to any known form of music, and add a howling dog. Guaranteed to freak you out.
And then we’ve got the Corgi packing for vacation, and the cat operating the water cooler (without a cup), and the bunny enthusiastically unrolling the toilet paper–
Welcome to our world.
Comment Contest: 163 to Go
G’day, mates! Byron the Quokka here, and my comment contest is plodding along like a wombat hitched to a cartful of bricks–what ever made me think I could do this job???
The goal is 47,000, with 163 left to go. The winner gets an autographed copy of one of Lee’s Bell Mountain books. If you win that, and the Bell Mountain Trivia Contest, you’ll become the proud owner of a ship! The good ship Tar Princess is waiting for you. All you’ll have to do is drag it off the sandbank and touch it up with a lick of paint.
Here in Oz it’s the middle of winter, although up here on Rottnest Island, it don’t get too cold. Most of us quokkas would love a chance to frolic in the snow, but fair dunkum fat chance of that!
Would you believe it–only 12 comments today? Crikey, I should’ve kept me mouth shut when they were lookin’ for volunteers to run this caper.
It’d all be so different if he’d just let me hand out a bicycle to the winner!
‘The Narnia Code’ by Michael Ward–and ‘Bell Mountain’
In 2011 I reviewed this book for Chalcedon, The Narnia Code by Michael Ward, chaplain of St. Peter’s College, Oxford–who said, “The Narnia books are much more Christian than we’ve realized.”
https://chalcedon.edu/resources/articles/book-review-the-narnia-code-by-michael-ward
He also said this: “If only we had eyes to see it, we would notice the divine plan in seemingly meaningless events.”
Less than an hour before I read this, I was writing of Obst, the teacher, and Obst had this thought: The wind of heaven is blowing all sorts of people in all different directions, and to us it looks like chaos and confusion: but not to God. God never loses His grip on the reins of history, and He guides it where He will.
I’ve always said my Bell Mountain books are smarter than I am; and Obst certainly is. It’s not like I consciously think these things up and then put the words in my characters’ mouths. Those are words God gives me.
For which I give Him all the glory.