My Iguana

From August 26, 2013

When I was 12 years old, I got a baby iguana for a pet. I had him for 17 years, during which he grew from this spindly little thing that could sit on my finger to an immense big lizard four feet long and as hefty as a large, full-grown cat.

The books said iguanas grow up to be short-tempered and not much fun to handle, but mine was as tame as a well-behaved kitty. I took him everywhere–even to school when I taught an art class, because the kids enjoyed drawing him, petting him, and feeding him wild strawberries. My mother, and later my wife, liked to do up fancy salads for him. He had the run of our apartment because he always went back into his open cage to do his business. He liked to cuddle up with cats and dogs.

He had his peculiarities. When he outgrew his old wooden perch, and couldn’t even come close to fitting on it anymore, I took it out and replaced it with a nice, new perch more his size. He sat on the floor of the cage and sulked–until I put the old perch back in. Then he climbed onto the new one and lovingly draped his tail over the old.

It would be eccentric to say a lizard is a man’s best friend. But this lizard was a mighty good friend; and after all these years, I miss him.

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A Tribute to My Mother REPRINT

From May 10, 2015

My mother, Claire L. Duigon, is no longer here for Mother’s Day.

But I am–and I’m a chip off the old block. My mother had a very strong personality, and she passed it on to me. Consequently, throughout our lives, there were many occasions on which the sparks would fly. That was only because we were so much alike.

Whatever else they did, my mother and father–supported by grandparents, aunts, and uncles–did one thing right, one thing that was truly valuable and necessary, for which I honor them and thank them to this day. My folks saw to it that their children knew God their Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ the Son of God, their Savior.

As a young child I thought my mother was way cooler than all the other kids’ mothers. My ma played! Other mothers just sat around and glowered, but my ma played chess, Monopoly, volleyball, you name it; and taught me how to hit a baseball, and went on long bike rides with the rest of the family. She taught us neighborhood kids some of the games she used to play as a girl, back in what I thought was ancient times. But how little time it really was!

I always found it very hard, if not impossible, to impress her.

But on the last day of her life–and neither of us knew it was the last day, we were just talking on the phone–my mother said to me, “You can be proud of these books, Lee. I really have enjoyed them.”

That was several books ago. But she is never far from my mind as I write. Would she like this new one?

There’s no time to go into her teaching me to follow and understand current events, our sometimes heated political discussions, and so much more. I like to think I’m my own man, a unique individual. But no man is an island, entire of itself (John Donne)–

And I’m proud of my ma and her influence on me.

Happy Earth Day… Not! REPRINT

From April 22, 2012

In the spirit of Earth Day, I would like to revisit a news story published in The London Times in March, 2009: “UK population must fall to 30m[illion], says [sic]Porritt Jonathan Leake and Brendan Montague.” The article is posted on Free Republic at http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/2212052/posts .

“Jonathan Porritt, one of [Prime Minister] Gordon Brown’s leading green advisers, is to warn that Britain must drastically reduce its population if it is to build a sustainable society,” the Times reported.

According to the 2010 census, the UK’s population as 62.3 million. The Times did not report by what means the scientific advisers proposed to get rid of 32.3 million Britons, nor how quickly they proposed to do it.

The secular road to Utopia always leads to a mountain of emaciated corpses. Think in terms of Mao’s “Great Leap Forward,” in which at least 40 million human beings (and probably many more) were done to death by starvation, violence, torture, exposure, and disease–and all in a mere four years (1958-1962)!

Behind the facade of “sustainability” and “environmental justice” and “smart growth” and “social justice” lurks a cruel ruthlessless that sane people will not find easy to imagine.

Let us hope God hears our prayers, and for His own great name’s sake, delivers us out of the hands of these murderers and tyrants.

Zonkey Finds His Herd

The Most Trusted People in America REPRINT

From May 9, 2013

In a poll taken by Reader’s Digest recently, Tom Hanks was exalted as the #1 Most Trusted Person in America.

Can I please wake up now?

It was a long list, and some 40% of it was actors. And lots and lots of TV “personalities.” Do you think Americans might have difficulty distinguishing between actors and the characters they play?

Almost everybody on the list was a big fat lefty, politically, with a very small sprinkling of “moderates.” This is extraordinarily hard to believe. Where did they take the poll–in the faculty tea room at Harvard? Nary a Republican on the list, but bunches and bunches of Democrats. Funny–I can’t think of a single Democrat for whom I have even an iota of respect. And as for trust…

I dunno. I guess most of the people I have a lot of respect for are dead. Moses. Paul. George Washington. King David. St. Athanasius. Their words still live. Their service to God still lives.

I’ll put my list against this Reader’s Digest list of midgets anytime, anywhere.

A Few Products That Didn’t Quite Make It REPRINT

 From August 16, 2016

I know it’s too early to be talking Christmas shopping. But there are always birthdays, anniversaries, and other occasions for buying presents for your loved ones.

Here are a few gift ideas that never really caught on.

The Fire Ant Farm. This was just like a regular ant farm, only with ferocious and painfully-stinging fire ants. It was supposed to make the owner look cool. They had to take it off the market because the ants kept getting out and raising hell.

A Special Beer Stein for Weight-Lifters had a 20-pound weight fixed to the bottom so that every time you took a swig of beer, you got your exercise. I’m not sure how this product came to fail. I think it was because sometimes bad things happened if you chanced to drop it.

Toothpaste Sandwich Cookies. If you were afraid that Oreos, for instance, would cause you to develop cavities, replacing the vanilla cream filling with a popular brand of toothpaste was supposed to allow you to enjoy your snack while at the same time passively brushing your teeth. Alas, the taste and the digestion became issues.

Sticky-Soled Shoes. The idea behind these was to let you pick up and remove dirt, dust, and pet hairs from your carpet without having to vacuum. Just walk around as usual, and at the end of the day, simply remove the detritus from the bottoms of your shoes. I am sorry to say they made these shoes way, way, way too sticky, with unfortunate results (including injury to the wearer when he tried to take a step but the shoe wouldn’t budge). Sort of like the classic practical joke of gluing someone’s flip-flops to the floor. Worse, some ill-advised customers attempted to use Sticky Shoes as a way to climb up walls, again resulting in injury.

So there you have it. These products aren’t on the market anymore, but there are probably others just as bad. Let the buyer beware.

 

Wrapping Up Today

This day started beautifully.  Clear, sunny and not too warm.  But by midday, the clouds had rolled in and the temperature really dropped, and the wind (a chilly wind) had picked up.  Now it is really gray and windy.

Did much of the usual.  Attempting to make order out of chaos, etc.  At least it isn’t as chaotic as it was.  I have to keep reminding myself of that.

I was really concerned about that car story.  My brother in law recently had to replace his pick-up truck and he absolutely hates the new one. He had his old one for close to 20 years, and he loved it.  The new one nags.  A voice comes on and tells him if he is “driving erratically” and says “perhaps you should pull over and rest”.  Also a screen comes up with any issues that might be going on and the screen covers the place where you can see how fast you are going.  Too much technology.  The reporting to a “third party” takes the cake.  Who?  Why?  It gives me a creepy Big Brother is Watching feeling.

We are in for two days of rain, if the forecast is right.

That’s about it for now.

Have a good night.

God bless everybody.

Patty