While demolition is
fun, restoration is not.
In the middle of the night when my brain monitor is off, the immensity of the yard job ahead plagues me. Remember the tractor fun we had in the
yard? Now it’s a mess.
Sleep experts say that
as we sleep our brain monitor turns off. That turn off gives our primitive brain a chance to plays games with us.
Hum.
Experts tell us all sorts of things. The other night I watched a Bible
scholar explain the four ways Jesus got to be God. And that his own disciples
didn’t know who in the heck he was. Was He
always God? Is He separate from the
Father? Are He and the Father one? How then, can he pray to the father? (Intuition?)
Was he “adopted?” Did he claim it?
It’s enough to scramble one’s brain.
And it did scramble a lot of brains until one
old Emperor got tired of all the squabbling and declared one aspect to be
right. The Trinity won out. Three in one, that can really scramble the brain.
And of course, there was the Council of
Nicea who decided which books were inspired by God and therefore deserved to be
in the Bible.
I bet there was a lot of arguing there.
I am feeling overwhelmed. One aspect is the torn up yard where my back looks
at it and says, “Don’t dig.” But that (front) yard has become an embarrassment. My daughter
said yesterday, “Only now?”
“Well, the first week it was construction.
Now it’s a mess.”
And yesterday I found that some thief had
transferred $2,200 out of our checking account, and it took all afternoon with
me in the Bank and the Banker on the phone to the Fraud Department to clean up the
mess. Now we have a new account, and that means I need to reschedule all the automatic
additions and subtractions, and I’m leery about going online, and about the
security of the Bank.
Confession is good for the soul, so they
say.
My other site “Brunch for the Soul,” is
gone, kaput. I figured it was too sweet for someone with an edge such as I
have.
I changed that site to Plot Twist 747. I figured
since I was all over the place I might as well declare it.
And 747? Well, that’s a fast plot twist. (Think Boeing
747.) Besides, I couldn’t get the simple name of “Plot Twist,” as a domain.
And I turn around and hear a “Cluck cluck.”
The hen followed Lafayette, the dog, into the house.
Lafayette can push open the back door, and
the hen rides shotgun, entering on his heels.
And how is it at your house?
Carry on.
Keep the faith.
Joyce
PS.
I purchased the wine glass, so I ought to use it. I thought it was cool
that you can see through the glass to whatever background is behind it.
My background is a simple swiping of watercolors. One way to get my
favorite colors. http://www.plottwist747.com
