The Circus, The Monkeys, The Ringmaster.

 The Circus, The Monkeys, The Ringmaster.

 

Whenever the old woman gets a little bit flustered or otherwise concerned about things, my sweet girl has this refrain that she pulls out: “Mom, not your circus, not your monkeys!” Of course, that is probably more factual than anything that comes across my mind when something is bothering me, but it seems like there is a limit to my ability to ignore some situations. Maybe a good night’s sleep will give me a better outlook. Maybe God will provide a better answer to my concern or thoughts about how to remove a problem.

 

Well, here it is after midnight on another day. Have killed another spider in my bedroom after seeing it climbing the wall. REALLY do not care much to share the inside of my house with long legged creepy spiders. The little black furry jumping spiders don’t really scare me, but the ones that look more like the brown recluse things that can really cause damage are just about enough to make me want to jump and stomp! Patty said the Arrow man should be here this Thursday to do her house, so we will see if he plans on coming up my way as well. She wants to get our houses on the same schedule to save him from making two trips.

 

We have not had fireworks tonight. Last night and the night before we had plenty of booms and bangs, but the police must have caught the ones on this side of the lake because they stopped shortly after midnight. Wish Archer County would not allow the fireworks stands to set up anywhere near our county line!

 

Blake came and cut the grass short enough that it will be drying out soon if we don’t get any more rain. It won’t cost as much to keep the yard looking decent, but it will also be more likely to catch fire if we are not really careful. Seeing all the fires in Utah and across the western states just makes me cringe. And so far, they have lost some firefighters as well. May God bless their families and friends.

 

It seems as if Venezuela is going to be taking quite a while to dig out from under the buildings that have been destroyed in the earthquakes. Even with all the help that is being sent their way, it must feel hopeless to those whose family members are under all those buildings that have collapsed. The few rescues that have been posted online have been encouraging and enough to make a person cry at the same time. One woman wrapped her body around her baby and died protecting the little one. Now the husband has a child to raise without its mother. It makes one feel helpless knowing what kind of problems he will face. May God bless the father and the baby.

 

Looks as if the old woman needs to call the pharmacy at Sam’s again to see if they are sending Thompson’s medicine for his arthritis. The package should already have arrived if they were sending it. Hoping not to have to go to the vets’ office to purchase his pills considering their prices. Sigh.

 

The trash truck will have a heavy load tomorrow when it picks my bin up. Forgot to put my trash out last Friday. Duh. And in the morning Patty said that her bags were going to be heavy. It doesn’t bother me to go down to throw hers in the bin, but she is having considerable trouble just catching her breath lately. Anyway, the walk down there is good for me, and Roxy gets to go out and run around for a bit when my help is needed. Of course, my dogs really resent the fact that they don’t get to go with me to run around down there. Oh well.

 

Started another book on Daniel today. This particular author uses up quite a bit of verbiage to express his disapproval of “modern” habits of dress and hair length. He obviously does not think that women should have short hair or long fingernails. If he were around in these days, he would really have something to concern his strait-laced ideas. Just because the Israelites used only one kind of cloth or clothing styles does not mean that those same styles would work today. That is one of the problems of any age—deciding that what was used in the past by the Israelites does not mean that God would not allow changes in current uses. It reminds me of the Amish all looking alike. How we wear our hair, how we dress, or how closely we might try to follow the laws set down for Israel does not determine any form of righteousness. We are under grace and not the law. Attempting to live with a decent attitude and loving kindness toward others is about the best we can do in a social context, but what is more important is trying to be the kind of person that will find the works that God has already determined for us. Let us attempt to do all we do in love.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.