Yes, the coffee is still good
Well, I finally got a laptop that will allow me to compose my blog entries while I am out on the stoop. I think I got a good one this time. Everything computer/internet has gone on beyond my paygrade, and I am fine with that if everything works.
A new cellphone, a new tablet, a new laptop and a new PC are in my stable of electronic gadgets, and I suspect that it is going to be a rather steep learning curve. I already have had several glitches and lockups to keep the frustration levels up. I seem to need at least one current frustration going on just to keep me from turning into a cauliflower.
I have been going through a minor crisis of faith lately. Not so much of one of unbelief as one of needing to return to foundational principles. I used to feel that my role in life was one of an apologist, having an answer for every objection to faith. But that has gone by the wayside as I have moved away from the need to save souls. A person’s faith, or lack of, holds no interest for me anymore.
We are getting one final blast of heat and humidity here. It seems that the weather must make up for the week long cool that hurricane Harvey laid upon us. The fields need mowing and the house needs to have the algae pressure washed off the walls. The old pickup needs the once over before selling it off. Unfinished projects litter the yard, yet I write.
Selling off the pickup is another milestone for me. My days of toting really heavy stuff has ended. I can barely haul the groceries up the sidewalk. Down here, a man without a pickup truck is a pathetic weakling. So be it. I strutted proudly in strength and youth, and now it is time to shuffle in debilitated humility.
So, I sit on my stoop in the humid morning with Annie-Annie, the black stray. Even she is beginning to show some gray in the muzzle. The water fountain babbles, and some field birds are chattering in the distant pasture. I was never a jock, nor a spectator of team games, so new found morals of morally bankrupt jocks gets added to the fatuous glitterati list of people who think I should care about their opinions.
I think a skunk kitty has taken up residence under my house. Jenna, my huge something-or-the-other stray got a tiny amount of eau-de-polecat overspray the other night, and every so often I catch a little ‘poof’ of its perfume. I sure do hope it wanders off. Trapping and relocating them is no delight. I might wish I still had the pickup.
So, I sit and sip the ever-perfect coffee and write my coffee post on my new second-hand Toshiba laptop. I think it and I are going to be fast friends.
3 thoughts on “Yes, the coffee is still good”
September 26, 2017 at 12:04 pm
HERE IS A PROMISE FROM GOD REGARDING THE SKUNK Psa 91:10 – There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.
September 26, 2017 at 12:40 pm
From your mouth to His ear!
(Old Jewish blessing)
September 26, 2017 at 12:51 pm
For some reason I didn’t get a notice on this one either.