A Quiet Night.

 A Quiet Night.

 

Well, except for the music and beautiful voice of Josh Groban, my house is pretty quiet tonight. Just put the dogs out for one last run to do their thing before it is time to lock up and just chill for the night. A bit earlier the old woman made a quick trip to pick up a few groceries. Messed up the thing on my phone and used my computer to do the order, so somehow did not get the order number. Apparently, that is not totally necessary. So, there’s that.

 

Sterling called earlier and talked about the scripture in Mark where Christ explained that one does not put new wine in old wine skins or new cloth in an old garment lest it tear. The idea, of course, is that the new Christian would have a different lifestyle than the people who tried to live under the law. Now we have discussed things like this before. The new Christians were not even allowed to attend the synagogues or to be seen in the Temple because of their beliefs. Therefore, they would not keep the holy days that God had given Israel at the beginning. They would not travel to Jerusalem or anywhere to celebrate the Passover. Yet, Jesus celebrated His last Passover with them. And he said, “As oft as you do this . . .” Does that mean once a year or how often would that have been done? And was it a celebration of the Passover or was it simply a meal with fellow brethren? Anyway, we got into a discussion about Christmas and Easter. He thinks that these are simply celebrations of Christ’s birth and His resurrection. Sitting here shaking my head.

 

Eddy Arnold is now singing “Our Memories of Us.” Love that song and his voice.

 

This morning the old woman got a burr under her saddle blanket and started cleaning the kitchen down to the floor from the top and sides of the stove, dishwasher, and freezer. A “moose” is loose in mah hoose. Despise those furry little dip waddies! Anyway, by the time Maria got here to clean the house, this old woman was soaked with perspiration from head to toe. She helped me clean the baseboards and put things back in place. It was wonderful to be able to sit down and rest while she got everything spic and span. Love having the house de-furred. Mopping the floors should not hurt. But neither should the use of a vacuum! Argh!

 

Shonna called me over this afternoon to see the two pieces of furniture that AnnaBeth gave her. They are very pretty and look very good the way she has things arranged. The tall mirror looks like something from a boudoir in the corner of her bedroom. Neat!

 

Saw that Yellowstone has had some scary activity in the largest caldron. And then there were four separate earthquakes in various parts of the world with Venezuela suffering terrible damage. Does anyone else feel that scriptures are being fulfilled?

 

And then there are the ships stuck in a small area of ocean while folks on the shores are shooting at them. It feels as if someone has decided to shoot fish in a barrel. Somehow this is infuriating. It makes me feel that we should DO something, but what does this one old woman know? Then the men who were hurt in our military feel that their injuries were downplayed. Maybe that is some kind of sticking out the tongue at the Iranians, but it will not make those men and their families feel like their leaders care about them. Nuts and berries! Our men and women deserve our respect and support!

 

Guess a shower and a good head scrub is needed before bed time. Well, actually a guess is not even needed. As soon as Kevin Mattson’s song, “What’s a Baby For” is finished, maybe it will be time to get a good scrubbing.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.