Patching Pavement?

 Patching Pavement?

 

Today a meeting at the church began with the pastor talking about getting people to attend church. As usual, my mind was not on the exact topic being talked about, so while my mind wandered, it occurred to me that making folks feel welcome included offering to feed them. We have a hot dog lunch scheduled for the 5^th of July after services. Mentioning the local network of community affairs did not seem to really appeal to the minister, but at least one other person knew about the app available and she even had it on her phone. Now whether or not the luncheon will be opened to the public remains to be seen, but at least it would not cost a fortune and likely have more effect on attendance than walking the neighborhoods and handing out pieces of paper. Just sayin’.

 

While at the church, one of the men who takes care of mowing the huge amount of grass out there said he would be back on Saturday to finish mowing. We walked up to the entrance to see how much damage was evident in the pavement near Hwy 79. It is obvious that several bags of pavement mix are needed, so the old woman went to Sutherland’s and got another five bags of that nasty black stuff. If the young man can spread it, the old woman can run her truck over the stuff enough times to pack it down. Maybe that will prevent humongous holes from forming. Sometimes it is the little bit of prevention that makes the difference.

 

Not sure just why, but today has been so pretty and filled with songs from the birds. Looking at the weather forecast says that we may have rain again soon. That suits me just fine. The seeds that are spread out front in the flower bed look as if each seed may have sprouted twice. Now to see what those seeds produce. Meanwhile, the birds have been busy eating whatever is in the side lots down in the grass. The ones that are not in the grass are busy singing and making beautiful arcs through the sky. The scissortail flycatchers are simply amazing! Love watching them. The only bird that is really missing out here is the field lark. They were everywhere years ago, and now they seem to have disappeared. Strange. My daddy stopped the car once on the way into the lane to Granddad’s farm and pointed out some birds to us. “Look carefully. They are dying out and won’t be here when you are a few years older.” Not sure what the birds were but know that Daddy was so terribly sad about the loss. He and Mom knew the birds mattered to the land. The ones that amaze me now are the purple finches—which, by the way, are not purple—that have congregated in this area. Have never seen this many of them before. The robins took over the back yard this morning and were apparently finding things to eat out there. They were not the least bit concerned about my dogs and just hopped around as if they owned the place.

 

Reading a book about a woman who grew up in a totally dysfunctional family. She became a media expert and knew how to get a company on a more public and promising position. The things that happened in her childhood and the way she adjusted to life have made me consider that it is truly impossible for any of us to judge why people may seem grouchy or rather abrupt in manner. The tendency in this character was to remove problems in communications and to force wrongs to be acknowledged and eliminated. It makes me wonder what kind of person it would take to be like this woman—minus the heartaches she endured. To provide others with a voice and the strength to remove obstacles to happiness sounds a lot like becoming a Christian. Love covers so many sins or “problems.”

 

Noticed today that the fireworks stand is almost ready to open. Not sure what the regulations are about how soon they can open, but will just state right here and now that fireworks are the most dangerous and deadly way we could possibly use to “celebrate” our nation. Those things are fires waiting to happen; they frighten animals; they are dangerous explosives around any who handle them; and they hardly seem appropriate for expressing love for our nation. Why can we not cast bells and ring them for the celebration? Bells can be beautiful and are hardly ever dangerous. Yes, the old woman is gripey. But my dogs know why.

 

Talking to Sterling today and he was tired and somewhat frustrated again. It reminded me that nothing is really new under the sun. Then Patty told me about a woman who decided to start dating at 78. That sounds pretty insane to me, but some folks just can’t deal with being alone. Somehow, being alone is much more sensible than being responsible for the happiness or at least the satisfaction of someone else. But then, it has been years since Lewis died. Praise God he is not seeing the things that have happened since then. The Bible says that there is no marriage in heaven, but surely, we will know each other. Memories are worth so much more when shared.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.