Small Town Churches

Visiting a small town today, driving around enjoying the ambience of small-town life.  We passed a nice building, "Ford Street United Methodist Church."  Up and down a few streets, admiring the architecture and so forth, presently passed a large, old stone building, a few blocks away from the aforementioned building.  This one, "Trinity United Methodist Church."

"Man," I said, "it looks like the Methodists own this town!"

"Probably there was a split over the color of the carpet," said Mrs. Warr.

Laughter from both occupants of the car.  But upon reflection, one has to conclude that that might not be funny.

Earth Day 2014

I came very close to failure to mark Earth Day.  Laundry (clean the clothes, put the phosphates in the water) vacuum and dust (burn some coal to power the cleaner) and other activities in support of my life style had kept me occupied.  But now having a moment to check the funnies... the last remaining bastion of truth in our day, I stumbled upon this, which reminded me that it is Earth Day!



Do good; stay clean; and don't kill any moat monsters, even if they are not endangered.

Happy Easter

The big city may boast of its bright lights, its sophistication, its busy-ness; the city that never sleeps.

We may live in "fly-over country:" scarcely noticed,
seldom respected.  But who makes the food for the city?

How cool is it that I live in a place where the local
newspaper publishes good news:  the true Good News,
the Gospel of Jesus!

Some New

Yard Decor.

In recognition of our amphibian friends.  What do you think, Lin.  Is it too tacky?

Life's Little Disappointments

Next-door neighbor left his garden hose reel between our houses, hose strung out twenty feet, still attached to the bib:  left it there all winter.  Hard winter it was, too.  Surely a man, busy as he might be, could have found a few minutes to drain and roll up the hose before the big freeze.  No.  Surely his hose will burst, will leak in many places come Spring.

Nope.  He turned the hose on the other day to water his new tree. Not a problem  Not a leak.

One of life's little disappointments.
For me, I mean.


Oh, and taxes.

A Man Walked into a Bar

That is usually the way it works.  But the measure of the man is in how, or if, he walks out of the bar.

Now. It is Spring.

Today the first full blossom in the yard this Spring!  As usual, I go all wow! jeeping-wilkers! as though it is some sort of miracle.

It is a miracle!

Another "Entertainment" Crock

As a rule I despise, well, okay, dislike awards programs on the tv.  I have a lot of good reasons, not the least of which is they are self-congratulatory puff pieces, signifying nothing.  And they go on, and on, and on.

So in spite of this knowledge, I watched the opening scenes of the ACM awards program this evening. And here is another really good reason to dislike the stuff.  The writers put together a string of really snarky "jokes" wherein famous "artists" or others are the butt of the joke, then get a star of the stature (now diminished) of a Blake Shelton to read them on stage and before the camera.  Nasty.

Someone needs some "sensitivity training" wherein they are taught the difference between light-hearted good fun and the truly despicable.

Or maybe that's just me.

Detritus

Why, you ask, do we not compost?  Oh, but we do  It is a community effort, you see.

This week's efforts in the yard

From the yard to the municipal compost pile, in return for which I may replenish the soil in the garden with "processed" material from past years.