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QUETZACOATL, ET AL.

July 30, 2017

Westward,  ho!!!   On the trail of Quetzacoatlus,  the winged . . .  serpenty thing.

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I know I should say that  the greatest “draw”  for me as I prepare my westward journey is my grandson, Cooper.    And my daughter.  And my son-in-law.    But . . .   I know me.

There’s another:

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It is one of the most exciting and recent fossil discoveries!!!  This fossil shows us the skin, the ridges, the scales, and the feathers of a nodosaur, a reptilian-serpenty thing..

I’ll show you the head in a minute,  but, first, a few comments — and I’m gong to be very, very sketchy and abbreviated in my words.  You’ve either speculated on this stuff, or you haven’t.

Here’s another view of the Quetzacoatlus:

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They’re winged,  they’re  feathered (more feathers than this artist gave them) , and they  perhaps fly.

The Native peoples of Mexico await the return of the Winged Serpent, whom they call Quetzacoatl.    Snouted, not beaked.  (Taxonomers seem not to care.)

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Interaction with human beings.    Forbidden interaction.

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Who is that Nachosh spoken of in the Bible;  that Shining One;  that Reptilian-Serpent Thing that interacted with the first humans in their protective Garden?

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Forbidden.     Deadly.

Quetxacoatl again –  (also known as the head of a nodosaur)  —

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What are these things and when did they live –   and what is this . . .  interaction?   It was a time not made for human beings.      But forbidden spiritual interaction is not my point today.    And there’s plenty of evidence for the physical interaction of humans and “dinosaurs”  depicted in artwork:  pictures,  objects (like ancient little toy dinosaurs),  and in weaving and sculpture.   But that’s not my point today either.

It’s this —  Fossils and Footprints!

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That’s a MAN  lying in a dinosaur FOOTPRINT!   The silhouette of the dinosaur is below the photo, and the silhouette of the man is that teeny thing under the tail!

More three-toes dinosaurs,  smaller ones:

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One time I was in Carson City NV with Cooper,  in the dinosaur display room in a children’s museum.     At two and a half years old,  I wasn’t sure if he understood why I was so excited about seeing the display of three large dinosaur footprints.    He didn’t say much,  but he walked away,  came back with three little plastic toy dinosaurs,  and he placed one toy dinosaur in each footprint.

He got it.

So, yes,  “westward”   —  into dinosaur country.   I’ve got my  route planned from museum to museum!

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Here’s a footnote to the Michael Crichton book I wrote about yesterday,  just to be honest:   The main character about whom the story is told —  didn’t exist, much to my surprise.   The   minor characters who were paleontologists did exist:  Professors Cope and Marsh —  and, of course,  Wyatt and Morgan Earp and assorted famous outlaws.

The places in the book Dragon Teeth  really exist too.  I’ve been to many of them, and reading this book was like having a movie played before my eyes.

Reading and living!

I’d like more of both,  God willing.

 

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.*   To enjoy some quite plausible speculation,  you can’t do better than the series called “West of Eden.”   (Although I suspect modern “environmentalists”  would not be on the side of the humans.”    It’s a clear clash of technologies.)

 

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“LOSS OF MOMENTUM”

July 29, 2017

“Momentum”  originates in one’s character.”    So, I suspect,  does “loss of momentum.”

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This little phrase came to the public ear again in the president’s recent speech to  the Boy Scouts.   In that speech he told a true story about the creator of Levittown  —

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Built by William Levitt and his construction company,  Levitt & Sons,  this was a series of suburban “towns” which offered working class people clean, safe, affordable, decent housing.   Most of the working class people were veterans returning home after World War II.    The concept was good . . . .

Modern “sophisticated”  academicians can point out for us the defects in Levitt’s concept,  but no one else made housing so available for young families.   Many hundreds of thousands of people were able to live in houses that they owned..

The president went on in his speech to say that several decades later he was at a party and saw a forlorn looking old man sitting by himself in a chair.  Much to his surprise,  this was William Levitt – the innovative,  energetic,  creative builder of Levittown!   When asked what happened to him,  he said simply that  he had  “lost his momentum.”

It can happen to all of us.

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I think that was the president’s point.    And it creeps up on you,  this loss of momentum.

We know all about the benefits of exercise.    We know the how and why and what to do  —  but, truth to tell,  we commonly don’t  “Just Do It.”     We don’t.     Keep a logbook of your exercise.   (It might take you a surprising long time to fill up even the smallest notebook of your activities.)

Good intentions,  but an eventual loss of momentum.

We all know that “education doesn’t stop with graduation.”     But, truth to tell,  we often just read a book instead of choose a book to study and to learn from.     Or we’d rather  watch the movie . . .

(I understand  – and observe –  that many Americans  are drugged into some kind of pharmaceutical  stupor.   As a friend recently pointed out:    “Medications don’t have side effects;  they have other effects.”    And those other, accompanying effects  lower our energy,  our stamina,  and our mental clarity.    Commonly!)

But apart from losing our momentum  from  the drugging effect of medications and bad diets,   moving forward,  getting things done,  creating,  building – all these things produce a momentum  which is satisfying and rewarding.    Productive activity often leads to  more productivity and personal development.    (Uncommonly!)

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So I can also read a good book once in a while  (without breaking my momentum!)  –  especially if it’s one about the part of our country which I’ll be driving through soon.   This book is based on a true story,  the true cutthroat competition that exists in the field of archeology.    There was once a “William  Johnson,”  of Crichton’s novel,  a  tall,  handsome, privileged youth from Yale who went out West to “dig for dinosaurs.”

What started the momentum was a wager – a “bet you can’t do it”  wager.    Pride may be a motivation for an action;   it can even begin an action and sustain a momentum for a while,  but real momentum comes from a man’s character.

And so does loss of momentum.       Loss of momentum comes from a weakness in one’s character.  I’m sure the unfolding drama in this novel  will come from weaknesses in the characters of the characters.

Here is a foundational sentence from the first page of the book:

William  Jason Tertullius Johnson, elder son of shipbuilder Silas Johnson . . .  according to his headmaster at Exeter (“high school”) was gifted, attractive, athletic and able.   But, he added,  Johnson was headstrong, indolent, and badly spoilt, with a notable indifference to any motive save his own pleasures.   Unless he finds a purpose to his life,  he risks unseemly decline into indolence and vice.”

Yikes!  A life of indolence and vice.    No matter how somewhat motivated he became from time to time to “start something.”     No matter what little momentum he could get going.

Rich parents at fault?  No.   This happens in all social and economic strata.   The simple truth is we are all responsible for our own character.

The old adage:

Sow a thought,  reap an action.

Sow an action,  reap a habit.

Sow a habit,  reap a character.

Sow a character,  reap a destiny.

 

It’s in  the choices we make.   The moral choices.  The small, insignificant moral choices we make at each moment.

Choices create momentum.    Looks like it’s our character that keeps it going.

 

 

 

 

 

MORALITY — OUT OF AFRICA

July 26, 2017

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One of the most wise, gentle,  and engaging series of books is by Alexander McCall-Smith who writes of a smart and beautiful Botswana woman who began the  No. 1  Ladies Detective Agency.   If you haven’t read this little book yet, please look for it and read it.  If you have read it, please do read the other books in the series;  each one gets better as they reveal more of the wonderful characters.

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The  main character  is   known politely in her little city  as  Mma Ramotswe.  She didn’t get her  wisdom from an easy life, but she has goodness inside her, and that makes her resilient,  observant, thoughtful – and wise.

She observes all kinds of people in light of her country’s traditional morality —

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—   which is a morality that is discovered by peoples all over the earth.

I copied down her thoughts on morality after she had solved a particularly heartbreaking case.    Here is some of it:

. . .   Her friend who had treated her maid badly was not a wicked person.  She behaved well towards her family and she had always been kind to Mma Ramotswe, but when it came to the maid she seemed to have little concern for her feelings . . .  Such behavior was no more than ignorance: an inability to understand the hopes and aspirations of others.

That understanding, thought Mma Ramotswe, was the beginning of all morality.  If you knew how a person was feeling, if you could imagine yourself in her position,  then surely it would be impossible to inflict further pain.

Inflicting pain in such circumstances would be like hurting oneself.

. . .   Most morality was about doing the right thing, because it had been identified as such by a long process of acceptance and observance.

You simply could not create your own morality because your experience would never be enough to do so.   What gives you the right to say that you know better than your ancestors?!

Morality is for everybody and this means that views of more than one person are needed to create it.  That’s what made the modern morality with its emphasis on individuals and the working out of an individual position, so weak.   Individuals would just work out the position that is easiest for them and let them do what suited them.

That is simple selfishness.

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Consider the feelings of others and do the right thing.   There is little to add but much to ponder in those thoughts.

Mma Ramotswe  never compromises her country’s traditional morality,  but with patience and forbearance,  she manages to bring out the best in all the people she deals with in her personal life and in the little mysteries which must be solved in her Detective Agency.

In the last post I wrote about   different kinds of sacrifices,  some to please God, some to please others,  some to become better people.

Surely sacrifice and morality are golden companions.

The Golden Rule:  Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

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The world is a very large place, and we are small and weak and needy.

 

SACRIFICE AND SACRIFICES

July 23, 2017

It’s Sunday now, as I write.    The eighth day of the “cosmological” week.   I know,  there are seven days in the grouping we call “week”  but   the Eighth Day is actually the First Day of a whole new “week.”

Which relates to the concept of  “sacrifice.”

Sacrifice is a common word,  commonly understood,   commonly instilled in children by smart parents,  and even commonly done.

We willingly sacrifice a lesser good for a greater good.

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I sacrifice my free time to do some dreary chore,  so that life goes better for me in the future.   I have clean clothes available,  my money is accounted for,  I don’t have to trip over things on the floor.   I sacrifice yummy  unhealthy treats for the sake of feeling good.      Et cetera.

 

On a higher, more altruistic level,  we just know that the world is a better place when we sacrifice a little effort for the sake of others.

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It gets tricky, though.    It’s hard to stay clear of  “doing good”  for the sake of “feeling good”  about ourselves,   but we should nevertheless continue to spend time and effort for the sake of others.

I don’t know who  “Mark Story”   is,  but his motto seems to sum it up —

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Some have given the ultimate sacrifice.    “It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”  I hope you all know where that quotation came from.    If not,  you have been severely undereducated and deprived of a major force in Western Civilization.

It’s not too late!

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We may not ever have to go that far.

The idea of making sacrifices is as old as human activity:

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Why?    The “Life”  of living creatures is in the Blood.      Because of  the “Fall”  of mankind,  the sense that Death is the only just result of rebelling against (and separating from) one’s own Creator was  met by the Creator providing a way back to Life.

The first humans were covered by their Creator with  “animal skins,” which could only be obtained by the death of those animals.    Thus began the offer of peace with God through substitutionary  sacrifice — and the whole sacrificial system of atonement with God,  although it  was perverted at various times in pagan cultures into an act of meaninglessness or of brutality:

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NONE OF THESE SACRIFICES   have any benefit alone,  not the good ones,  not the ones commanded and sanctioned by God,   and not even any of the little  sacrifices we’re so proud to do in our daily lives.     No benefit alone and apart from the one and only Sacrifice ordained from before Creation.

And since this Sacrifice was completed by the One who is from Eternity,   any benefit, any merit,  and safety, any salvation  must be connected to that One and Only Sacrifice.

It’s Sunday:

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The Crucifixion isn’t only  for those who lived 2,000  years ago.

Today,  we join our everlasting spirits with the Sacrifice of  Christ on the Cross — and that alone is what gives validity and meaning to all the little sacrifices we make.

It’s a whole new  ballgame  Week!

Deo gratias.

 

NOW WHAT?

July 22, 2017

(A little Object Lesson from Nature):

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Remember that brand-new battery-operated lawn mower I wrote about a few posts ago?     Still going strong!   Still wonderful!  We’re delighted each time we discover new features — like its headlights!!  Imagine mowing the lawn at dusk – using headlights!

 

The lawn has a nice, even  texture now:

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It seemed like we had the yard “under control” now for the summer.

But –  as Son was mowing a few days ago,  he came across this:

Bee Hole

It is a “nice, even”  round hole.    The ground bees are back!    Son got gently buzzed off by a sentry bee,  so we got to work making plans to get rid of them, later that night,  when it was dark and all the bees were “home.”

At 11:00 that night,  we came out with a flashlight and carefully poured . . .   a “substance” . . .  down the hole.   Son thought he heard some buzzing, but it soon got quiet. He poured some dirt into the hole and placed a small white rock over the hole,  pressing it down with his heel.

Mission accomplished!

There is a problem,  you assess the situation, you find a way to take care of the problem,  and you execute the solution!   Smart us!

But – I walked out there about 36 hours later to check things out,  and a bee flew right up against my pants leg with a gentle bump.

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You’re trespassing!

I got the message.      From a little further away I saw several bees buzzing around.

Then I looked down where the original hole had been.

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The bee colony had torn up more of my lawn!   Now there were many holes around that initial hole, still covered by the white rock.     All we had done was make them mad and they came back with more power, more destruction — more bees.

Now what?

We’ve got some ideas.

But it got me thinking:    Sometimes we have to fight.  Safety versus danger.  Right versus wrong.  Good versus evil.

It’s the Nature of the human predicament today.    You’ve heard many times:  “All that is necessary for Evil to triumph is for good men to do Nothing.”

So we fight.

A man fights.  A man of virtue, valor, and courage fights against what is wrong and evil.      Choose your profession.  Or choose your avocation.    Somewhere in your life you’ll have to take a stand.

And if a first assault against the Enemy wasn’t strong enough,  we fight again.   And again.

(I’m going to delete all my examples)   because  we all understand that there are battles out there that deserve a good fighting opposition from us,  each in our own proper station in life:   from standing up to protect the good values of our religion and of our country

. . .    to defending right against wrong in our personal lives . . .

. . .   all the way down to fending off the bees . . . .

 

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. . . . again and again.

 

St. Paul wrote:    Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.   (Galatians 6:9)

July 17th

July 18, 2017

(One more thing to say, while it is still “July 17th”  somewhere in the world tonight.)
I want to pay tribute to some very dear young ladies,  innocent,  pure,  sweet, and very, very courageous.

France gave us the first example of a modern European totalitarian state.  They cried out “Liberty!  Equality!  and Fraternity!”   to make people think they were benign.  They gave us the modern terms  “Left”  and “Right”  when it comes to political opinions, and acted as though “Left”  was the only legitimate way to think.

And if they could not convince you of their arguments  (and their arguments are indefensible),  then they used the force of the law against you.

(In America this has recently shown up as:  “You don’t think the State should decide who gets health care, when,  and how much???  —  Then we’ll just write some laws and a stack of regulations six feet high that make it illegal for anyone to not have State-run health “care.”)     

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Back to France,  if you don’t agree with the State, as it formed in 1789,  then there are laws against you – enforced by the guillotine.   

You know the story.

Here are the names of the innocent young ladies,  singing sweetly, testifying to their hope in Jesus Christ alone,   all the way to the top of the stairs where they knelt down under the blade:

* Madeleine-Claudine Ledoine (Mother Teresa of St. Augustine), prioress, b. in Paris, 22 Sept., 1752, professed 16 or 17 May, 1775;

* Marie-Anne (or Antoinette) Brideau (Mother St. Louis), sub-prioress, b. at Belfort, 7 Dec., 1752, professed 3 Sept, 1771;

* Marie-Anne Piedcourt (Sister of Jesus Crucified), choir-nun, b. 1715, professed 1737; on mounting the scaffold she said “I forgive you as heartily as I wish God to forgive me”;

* Anne-Marie-Madeleine Thouret (Sister Charlotte of the Resurrection), sacristan, b. at Mouy, 16 Sept., 1715, professed 19 Aug., 1740, twice sub-prioress in 1764 and 1778;

* Marie-Antoniette or Anne Hanisset (Sister Teresa of the Holy Heart of Mary), b. at Rheims in 1740 or 1742, professed in 1764;

* Marie-Françoise Gabrielle de Croissy (Mother Henriette of Jesus), b. in Paris, 18 June, 1745, professed 22 Feb., 1764, prioress from 1779 to 1785;

* Marie-Gabrielle Trézel (Sister Teresa of St. Ignatius), choir-nun, b. at Compiègne, 4 April, 1743, professed 12 Dec., 1771;

* Rose-Chrétien de la Neuville, widow, choir-nun (Sister Julia Louisa of Jesus), b. at Loreau (or Evreux), in 1741, professed probably in 1777;

* Anne Petras (Sister Mary Henrietta of Providence), choir-nun, b. at Cajarc (Lot), 17 June, 1760, professed 22 Oct., 1786.

* Concerning Sister Euphrasia of the Immaculate Conception accounts vary. Miss Willson says that her name was Marie Claude Cyprienne Brard, and that she was born 12 May, 1736; Pierre, that her name was Catherine Charlotte Brard, and that she was born 7 Sept., 1736. She was born at Bourth, and professed in 1757;

* Marie-Geneviève Meunier (Sister Constance), novice, b. 28 May, 1765, or 1766, at St. Denis, received the habit 16 Dec., 1788. She mounted the scaffold singing “Laudate Dominum”.

In addition to the above, three lay sisters suffered and two tourières.

The lay sisters are:

* Angélique Roussel (Sister Mary of the Holy Ghost), lay sister, b. at Fresnes, 4 August, 1742, professed 14 May, 1769;

* Marie Dufour (Sister St. Martha), lay sister, b. at Beaune, 1 or 2 Oct., 1742, entered the community in 1772;

* Julie or Juliette Vérolot (Sister St. Francis Xavier), lay sister, b. at Laignes or Lignières, 11 Jan., 1764, professed 12 Jan., 1789.

The two tourières, who were not Carmelites at all, but merely servants of the nunnery were: Catherine and Teresa Soiron, b. respectively on 2 Feb., 1742 and 23 Jan., 1748 at Compiègne, both of whom had been in the service of the community since 1772.

 

I think we should remember them.  I think we should know their names.     They were somebodies’  sisters and daughters.    I think we should pay some small tribute to them,  victims  of the first  Big  Atheistic State Government in Europe.

I told their story before in The Spruce Tunnel.  You can see some pictures here in “One Last Small Song.”

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GRUMBLE NOT

July 18, 2017

It’s been a l o n g day, and I want to go to bed.   Sort of.

I often say my body is manic-depressive.    Son gave me a good excuse today:

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We haven’t had too many sunspots lately  (not many in the past decade or so!  We’re in a period of cooling which often accompanies a time of fewer sunspots.) — but little ol’  #2665  let out a good CME this weekend,  sending a decent size geomagnetic storm our way.

The KP Index was interesting.  At least we got into the Red:

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I didn’t see much effect on my radio reception and I didn’t see any auroras,  but Son said sometimes there’s an effect on . . . people.

Which might account for my sleeping nearly every hour of this past weekend.    I’d like to think it was the Sun that did it to me,  not being awake for nearly every hour of the preceding three days.      Manic-depressive;  up and down.  My body, not my emotions.  It’s kind of interesting.

I actually began my class this afternoon with the announcement of this geomagnetic storm.    Yes,  it’s a Bible study and we’re discussing the Apparitions of Fatima – (Visions of Hell and Wars and Famines and Persecutions, etc.   and the worldwide spread of a disastrous cultural marxism and economic socialism,  i.e.  the “Errors of Russia” )     But the announcement of a big CME seemed an appropriate way to keep my people grounded in the joys and wonders of this world –  or this solar system, anyway.

The life God gave us is  very, very big!

Because of my weekend-long snooze, I had to catch up on some routine things.  Like grocery shopping.   It can be fun –  but not exciting,  and when you get home there is a lot of dreary drudgery to do if you don’t buy any pre-packaged food.

Chop,  chop,  chop  . . .  separate and store:

SALADS

If I don’t get these things ready to use in a salad –  I won’t use them in a salad.   And they will fold up, turn brown, and go away.     I remember as I was cutting and chopping how impatient I felt-  until I thought of how much I had to do –  how fortunate I was that I had so much to do . . . .

I have a whole garden full of vegetables that was already grown for me,  picked, packaged, and shipped to me.   All I have to do is take care of the vegetables.

And tonight.  As I said above,   I really want to go to bed now,  but I made another stop at my meat store.   Now I have to take good care of those things too:

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Bone broth and soup –  bubbling away on my stove.   The longer they “bubble” the better they are.

Tomorrow,  I’ll be glad I made them tonight.   I can’t grumble about all the work I have to do after I go food shopping.   Thanks be to God who supplies this bounty.    Thank you to Hubbie who provided for his family so well.

I can’t grumble.   I must not grumble.

I’m just so tired.     And our world and all its bounty is so very big.

Deo gratias.

 

 

 

A MINI mini-EMP

July 11, 2017

 

Zapped!

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I do love lightning storms.     Thunder and  lightning storms.

But – in reality –  a lightning storm can have the same effect as an EMP  —  a very small EMP,   a very tiny local EMP;   like down to one neighborhood.

Our  “local” cable/internet technician walked around our neighborhood to examine the damage done, and although it was somewhat comforting to know he had received “a lot” of calls,   one tiny EMP-type electrical event comes down to one  not-so-tiny disruption.

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Internet gone.   Television gone.  Modem gone.   Router gone.

It looked bad.

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I was ready to give up things that I couldn’t give up on because we need these things to live the daily life we’ve become used to!  

It took a while to determine all the damage.

Time and “activity” –  unplug, replug, rearrange wires,  move cables around,  disconnect this, reconnect that, phone calls —   It felt like more than I could handle.

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I couldn’t pay my bills. I couldn’t do my banking.   I couldn’t buy a new dress.    I couldn’t read the news.   I couldn’t check my emails.   I couldn’t do the last bit of research for my class this afternoon;  so I just went to class anyway.

Then finally,  with a little time  and distance from the problem,  a shopping list developed,  a list of things to buy to replace the . . .   melted things.

An expensive little list.

I was not in a state of mind that I could make sense of replacing and attaching all the new components, and since Son was the last to create all the various electrical pathways  at the back of the TV anyway,  I reluctantly called him as he left work – after a twelve-hour day! –  and I’m hoping he did not hear the extreme frustration and despair in my voice.

He might have.   Because he came.   And with his work and a call to the cable technician,  we got things pretty much going.

One more component to  buy tomorrow.

I can handle that.

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I don’t like  thunder and lightning storms as much as I used to.

 

 

 

HARD WORK – UNCERTAIN RESULTS

July 8, 2017

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Saturday night;  the Week of Fourth of July celebrations and remembrances is ending. My house tonight is quiet and cool,  and I’m finishing a book that takes place during the Revolutionary War.  *

The American Rebels were fighting for  personal Liberty,   and for that they needed to be a free and sovereign nation,  independent of foreign influence.

It was not the Libertie  of the French Revolution that would soon kill their king and set up a powerful State governing force, a revolutionary government more ruthless than any monarch had been.

And it was not the  “Liberty”   motto,   the war cry that inspire some  revolutionary men with dreams  of unrestrained freedom, even yet today.

These first Americans understood Liberty to mean the right to make choices for your own life and to have the freedom to carry out the responsibilities that those choices required.   Nowhere in “Liberty”  was success mentioned;  only the promise that you could work as hard as you wanted to,  to possibly gain a measure of success.  For yourself.   As you defined it.

From Mr. Cornwall’s book:  “Liberty isn’t  heaven, Sam,  it isn’t a blessed reward.  People will still die in sorrow and in poverty when they have liberty.   It’s simply only the freedom to choose your own life, and no one promises you success.”

 

Fireworks

Someone in the neighborhood is setting off fireworks now,  probably for the last time this summer.

I’m glad for the sounds.   It’s a good ending to this Fourth of July week;  a good reminder that we still have something to hope for and to work for.

 

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.*  (Redcoat  by  Bernard Cornwall.)

PHOTO”JOURNALISM”

July 6, 2017

The State can give you everything and fix all of society’s problems,  but it must, then,  control all your actions, all your attitudes,  and all your thoughts.

One of the most important ways to exert this control is through the entertainment-news media, by means of well-chosen words and  by visual images.    During my high school studies,  I remember being fascinated with the Soviets’ use of visual censorship.   I’ve always loved taking pictures, and I really love being able to manipulate them  . .  .  umedit them . . .  digitally.    The Soviets were past-masters at the game:

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(I think the guy with the white hair did something he wasn’t supposed to do.   Or perhaps he said something he wasn’t supposed to be thinking.)

Same with the guy in the dark shirt in another pair of photos side by side –  but he’s not in the second one.

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The Soviet Socialists were very good at eliminating unpleasant things.

They can do that here too.  You’ve seen these high school yearbook  photos, I’m sure:

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Now you see it;   now you don’t.   Nothing  “unpleasant”  allowed in the yearbook.   Nothing that doesn’t fit the (liberal)  party line.

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The photos on the left were the ones submitted to that yearbook editor.   The photos on the right were the ones printed in the yearbook.    There were no restrictions published anywhere of what can be on students’ t-shirts.

In high school,  I was the editor of our school newspaper and helped with the yearbook.  Believe me,   these aren’t  “mistakes.”  These are editorial decisions.

But what does it matter.    They’re only American children, right?

American!

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America!    Land of the . . .

                 We can’t be Free unless we’re Brave!

FOURTH SHORTS – Two Sets of Rules

July 4, 2017

A short little observation since I’ve had some  free time to get caught up on news reading  . . .

Although this is old news.

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We cannot have Rulers over us if there is only one set of rules.     Rulers don’t obey our rules.    This is the Fourth of July  —  and yet our Rulers think we will obey without question.

 

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“You must NOT build that wall.”

(That wall that would reduce the steady stream of invaders across our southern border.)

“But I can.”

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It seems our Rulers and we,  both,   understand the word “protection.”

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The  ideals of America offer equal protection before the Law.

The  promise of America  is  that all are treated equally,  even those who have been elected to office to serve for a time.

It’s not just a matter of political concern  that we’ve been too easy-going to preserve our freedoms.   It’s a religious matter as well.   “Spiritual,”  if you prefer.   Just as we are all brothers because we have the same Father,   so is it true that all of us will be judged by the same God and Father of us all,  in the same Judgment,  by the same measure.

That is true equality.

That is true integrity:  living your civil life as you do your spiritual life.

Anything less is insanity.

 

FOURTH SHORTS – 3 Birthday Time

July 4, 2017

FOURTH OF JULY!

Happy Birthday — well, to our daughter!

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She shares a birthday with our country – and always celebrated her birthday with parades,  picnics, and fireworks.   What a fun date for a birthday!

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…She’s grown up to be her own person, now:  wife, mother,   a professional in business, a vice president of North American Operations for . . . something, actually.   But along the way we watch her learn how to read and write,  navigate her way through  “schools,”  and develop a few hobbies.

 

We’ve had many days of car-pooling to sports games, gymnastics  track practice,  orchestra practice,  and always . . . ballet.     Ballet classes,  ballet rehearsals, and ballet performances.

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Today,  out in the High Sierras,  she is hosting a huge deck party on the lake;    the one where you invite your friends – and their children.  And people seem to be having a lot of children nowadays!

Though they could,  there won’t be time for snowboarding this year.

Happy Birthday,  Daughter!

 

 

 

FOURTH SHORTS – 2 The All-Purpose Explanation

July 3, 2017

flag      Another Short Note for the Fourth of July holiday. 

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It took me a long time to decide to get rid of cable in this house.   I was keeping it for sentimental reasons.   I was keeping it for Hubbie’s sake.    Hubbie and I got cable just as soon as it came out,  somewhere around 1980, I think.

We were so excited to have a 24/7 news channel.    What a concept!   We were both teachers,  we had studied history and business,  and we both liked to stay current with the news.

And over the decades we watched the “news” media devolve into a cartoon imitation of itself.   Now it tells us fairy tales,   24/7, and plays one tune:

 

Russia.

 

Stuck, I guess.

I don’t need to be sentimental anymore.   Sadly,   I admit Hubbie doesn’t need cable anymore.

And I sure don’t.

 

FOURTH SHORTS – 1 The Ferocious Kitty

July 3, 2017

flag   I love the Fourth of July holiday!    I probably won’t be writing any “thoughtful”  blogs –  just a few short notes here and there,  humorous and not.  (Letting off some steam.)

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I did it a few weeks ago –  I finally did it:   I  “cut the cable.”    I  haven’t missed it at all.  I understand the entertainment-news media is 100% against President Trump and they are leading the Take Down Trump movement.

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Trump is like a bright red shiny target for them.

 

And the media thinks they’re very effective:

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HIS LIGHT IS LIFE

July 2, 2017

(Where I am on Sundays)

There are four Gospels in the Bible, each Gospel represented by an icon:  a man, an ox,  a lion, and an eagle.

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At the end of every Mass we are privileged to read and to hear  the first part of chapter one of the Gospel of John.   Every Sunday, over and over.      The words we hear each Sunday demonstrate why John is the Eagle, whose thoughts soar over and above this earthly life and point us to eternal things:

John 1: 4,5  (speaking of Jesus,  the Son of God,  the Word of God, come into the world)  (4) In him was life, and the life was the light of men.     (5)   And the light shineth in darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.”

His Life is the Light of men!

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No other source for  our  Light-filled Life that enlivens and blesses our everlasting souls!

Made possible for us,  of course,  by the sacrificial  act of Jesus on His Cross,  which we can enter into, like refreshing nourishment for our souls  —

—  which is why I too enter into that sacrifice to the Eternal God –

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All for Him.

Sometimes there is an astonishing flood of holiness into a person during the Mass . . . a sense of that Light which Christ truly shares with us.

Verse 5  says   “. . .  and the darkness did not comprehend it.”

Of course I cannot fully comprehend what happens.

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But that is very different from the world refusing to comprehend it.

A man can live in pleasure and ignore the great Source of Light and Life.  Men can turn churches into restaurants,   but it will not go well for the  world.

Things will end badly

Things will end badly.

In darkness,  confusion,   despair,  and death.

 

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( You can check with this guy.)