I wanna go back to the 60s …or at least double-digit temperatures. Yesterday it was zero degrees here in Maine….and still no good snow storms! Ahhhhgg! If “mother nature” isn’t going to bring the snow, then take me back to the 60 degree days – when I could walk outside without frowning (and without my nose-hairs sticking together).
Last night Avery and I were having a nice chat and somehow the “crocodile hunter” came up. Avery stated “He died”.
“Yup” I agreed.
“It’s too bad, ‘cause he probably had a couple good years left”
I nodded in agreement.
“He was only like in his 40s or 50s”.
“Yeah” I said, “But the Lord takes us on whatever day He decides. The Bible tells us that all of our days were written in His book before one of them came to be” (Psalm 139:16).
“I wish grandpa could sneak a look in God’s book and somehow tell me how many days I have.”
Whose idea was it to pay someone to stand on street corners and hold up “clearance sale” and/or “going out of business sale” signs? I have contempt in my heart for the people who perform this task and for the people who pay them to do it. This has got to be the most humiliating job ever. Those people might as well be holding up a sign that points to themselves and says “Loser”. I can’t even tell you what store is being advertised because I am too busy pointing these folks out to my kids and reminding them how important it is to do well in school so they don’t end up like that. A few weeks ago I actually observed the sign-holder sitting on the hood of his car, which was parked nearby. He had leaned the sign on a tree near the road and then decided to sit on his car and watch the sign, instead of holding it. It was wrong on so many levels that my feelings were actually confused.
Hmmm…I think I had a few more things to offload, but the brain doesn’t work as well as it used to…I’m stumped – I’ll add them later if they come circling around again.