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A good way to start the day
Heavenly Father, Help us remember that the jerk who cut us off in traffic last night is a single mother who worked nine hours that day and is rushing home to cook dinner, help with homework, do the laundry and spend a few precious moments with her children.
Help us to remember that the pierced, tattooed, disinterested young man who can't make change correctly is a worried 19-year-old college student, balancing his apprehension over final exams with his fear of not getting his student loans for next semester.
Remind us, Lord, that the scary looking bum, begging for money in the same spot every day (who really ought to get a job!) is a slave to addictions that we can only imagine in our worst nightmares.
Help us to remember that the old couple walking annoyingly slow through the store aisles and blocking our shopping progress are savoring this moment, knowing that, based on the biopsy report she got back last week, this will be the last year that they go shopping together.
Heavenly Father, remind us each day that, of all the gifts you give us, the greatest gift is love. It is not enough to share that love with those we hold dear. Open our hearts not to just those who are close to
us, but to all humanity. Let us be slow to judge and quick to forgive, show patience, empathy and love.
More GGA stuff
If all three want the short term, let them draw straws.
If it comes to a vote, the low vote getter wins.
I'm glad mtn-man's sh*t list is growing. That puts me farther down that list.
Thanks to all those that are helping to keep him on his toes.
Mtn-man is not lazy, his view, the members are dumb.
He will not give up his bull dog ways.
I wish that after serving one term, you had drop out for a term.
A ride in the past.
I am planning to go on back road drives with Henry in the up coming year or years.
Yesterday while caching with my buddy, we found a back road.
When I was a young boy, there was a farm house up the road, where the barn was across the road from the house. The barn was so close to the road that the road was the barn yard. Didn't matter, because that were some days there was no traffic at all on the road. Even on a busy day just a few cars would go by, and you knew the folks, and they might stop and speak to you.
There was a story about some other folks down the road from us. They were setting under the shade tree at the edge of the road, and had move to the road side of the tree, when a speeding car came by. That is another story, for later.
Anyway it was common for the road to go across your yard. No need for a drive way,
just pull out of the road. My Dad, who is 93 now, grew up where the barn was across the road. I learn at an early age why the chicken cross the road. The chicken was going from the house to the barn yard, or coming back.
Back to yesterday.
We were going to a cache. As we got to the last mile or so, we were on a single track dirt road. It went by a farm house that had the barn across the road.
They had a sign on the edge of the road made from a 4 foot piece of plywood.
It said slow, watch for Kids, Dogs, and chickens. 5 MPH.
The road crossing from the house to the barn was more used than the main road.
There was a short cut trail arcoss the road with a gate on each side of the road.
Both gates were open.
I did honor the sign, and drove 5 mph. I even stopped and look both ways at the crossing to the barn. My fifty would felt at home on that road. It was owned by a farmer when it was new. I wished we had been in it yesterday.
Labels: back roads
Just got back from a full day of caching with Slayerette. We were at two great water falls. Nice even with the leaves falling big time. I had been to some of the places before, but I enjoy them all over again. My 900th find was a very nice setting, on a back road into the hills. I dropped one of my coins at one place today. That was the only coin I had with me. A great day to be out in the wild.
It almost wan't!
I don't think I would have got into geocaching if I had not have already had a GPS'er and useing it in another sport.
It is now my number way of getting out into the great outdoors and enjoying a day of fun.
I just spend over a hour on the computer looking into wig. I just give up on wiging.
Where I Go! Is not for me. There will be a class of sorts at the GGA meeting tomorrow. I may listen for a few minutes, but my mind is done made up I think.
To me, it is like a conversation I heard some time ago. A geocacher was telling a friend of his how much he would like geocaching. His friend was all ears and ask some questions. Come to find out his friend did not have a computer, and did not know anything about computing. He did not care anything high tech or any games that use high tech tools.
I myself was very near that when geocaching came along, but the computer was setting here, so I did look up near-by caches.
I don't have a clue what they are talking about on the wig pages. I don't have
whatever it is and am not going to go any more high tech than I already am.
There is still a lot of fun to have with what I have with geocaching the old fashion way. It has a lot of variations to keep me happy, and there you go!!
Labels: no more high-tech
Henry, my 1950 Ford, that I have been rebuilding for the last three years is featured on the 2009 Fordfarn Calendar. The calendar in made up of Early V8 Ford Cars.
Henry is one of the cars on the April page.
Link to Calendar
I will hang one in my shop. Maybe in the living room too.
While geo-caching with Slay Sunday, I got a lesson from her and the cache location about St Francis. Another reason to love caching.
Saint Francis, nature, and the environment
A garden statue of Francis of Assisi with birds
Many of the stories that surround the life of St Francis deal with his love for animals. Perhaps the most famous incident that illustrates the Saint’s humility towards nature is recounted in the 'Fioretti' (The "Little Flowers"), a collection of legends and folk-lore that sprang up after the Saint’s death. It is said that one day while Francis was traveling with some companions they happened upon a place in the road where birds filled the trees on either side. Francis told his companions to "wait for me while I go to preach to my sisters the birds". The birds surrounded him, drawn by the power of his voice, and not one of them flew away. Francis spoke to them:
My sister birds, you owe much to God, and you must always and in everyplace give praise to Him; for He has given you freedom to wing through the sky and He has clothed you…you neither sow nor reap, and God feeds you and gives you rivers and fountains for your thirst, and mountains and valleys for shelter, and tall trees for your nests. And although you neither know how to spin or weave, God dresses you and your children, for the Creator loves you greatly and He blesses you abundantly. Therefore… always seek to praise God.