Good afternoon. It’s been an
interesting day. And you might be wondering what’s been going on since I haven’t
been here for so long. Not much, really. Just this thing called life.
Lots of laundry, dishes, stacking
wood, picking currants, pulling milk weed, milking, etc., etc., etc.
This morning I made Cedric go with
me to Fitchburg where we picked up a couple of shelves for food storage as well
as some containers and food storage items that the Nelson-Peterman family
either do not have room for in the apartment they are living in momentarily or
do not need. In spite of the fact that Paul will say that we don’t need the
shelves and they aren’t particularly well made, they were part of a project
that the Young Men did four and a half years ago to earn money for scout camp
and it is possible that Daniel helped make these particular shelves. Not to
mention, they will be used for the reason just mentioned as well as the fact
that I do not have enough shelf space to properly organize food storage. Randy
Peterman was one of the leaders helping with this project and Daniel liked him.
Paul teaching Seth how to drive the lawn mower. Talk about one happy boy Saturday! |
Yesterday I broke the jar for my
blender so until the replacement comes, I can’t have smoothies for breakfast
unless I get the old blender out and in searching for a replacement I
discovered that the old one is from the 1970’s. Which isn’t necessarily a bad
thing but it doesn’t work as well simply because the jar is smaller and
narrower.
Also yesterday, I was scrolling
through Facebook and ran across a post from one of my cousins. She has a son
named Daniel and so he is Uncle Daniel to the children of his brothers and
sisters. As I looked at it, I thought,
“My grandchildren will not know their Uncle Daniel in this life.”
Such is life, eh? What can I do?
Well, nothing, really. I mean, I can’t expect people to never mention their
sons who may be named Daniel, can I? I can’t run off crying for what can never
be. Well, I could, but it wouldn’t do any good, would it? I can’t be offended,
because it won’t do a bit of good for me or anyone else.
Pretty Kitty. If you look close, there is a grasshopper under her right front paw. She ate it. |
And yet we live in a world where
we can’t say or do things for fear of offending people. Can’t have a flag
outside my house, no matter which one it is, because it will offend someone.
Can’t say the Pledge of Allegiance, it might offend someone. Can’t pray at
school, it might offend someone. We can’t describe people (saying that they are
white or black or short or tall or fat or skinny or etc., etc., etc.) because
it might offend someone. I can’t express my opinion because I might offend
someone. You can’t be offended because that will offend someone.
Why can’t we all stop being
offended at the drop of a hat? Why can’t we be happy to be alive?
In spite of everything, I am.