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waiting for the rain

Burning Chicken.

Don't you hate burning chicken? You cook it. You forget because it is really for later, to be cooled off, eaten when you are hungry. So you forget and it burns as you type up an essay on the fact that you are burning chicken right now. OK, not chicken, some fish fillets.

If I'm going to use the oven I might as well cook a bunch of things, you know. so there it is. Burning breaded fish fillets.

I'd better go check them.

residue on an old black cookie sheet

The burning smell was merely residue on an old black cookie sheet. I'd not used these lately. But yesterday I made pizza so I needed two sheets. The expensive stick free sheet is awesome. But the old black one, all rusted on the back, works well too. And so today, for the two breaded fish sticks, I used the black sheet, and not the stick free. The breaded fish fillets aren't going to stick that much to the older kind of cookie sheet. I took them out of the oven. It was the black and oils from old cooking on that sheet which burned off gave that smell. So I've turned on my air cleaners. Woo hoo. And eternity gets to read about this that I didn't burn my lunch/dinner.

Think of all the things you could be reading? Spiderman comic books, the Novel Lost in New England, the 91st psalm, anything other than this. But here you are, checking it out. Reading this. Wondering 'what is the cat all about, meow.' Seriously hope that you don't actually wonder like that, eh?

You could be reading news of foriegn wars that fills your head with worry. You could be reading about mean things that people do to each other. You could read about overdose and highway death. You could read about Death in the Grand Canyon, an actual book (it's easy to find it, do I really need to put in a reference? yes).

So, instead, you read me asking you what you could be reading. Listen, kindness works. Expecting people to be as real and human as possible works. Not labeling people as this or that or the otherthing, calling them by what you imagine them to be based upon their appearance or demeanor, or their so-called lot in life (rich, poor, wahteva). Get over your hangups. Use the rule of unconditional love. That doesn't mean that you put up with degradation and meanness of those enthralled in the twilight worlds of blame and game and bait and race. Racing off in a motor car. Blaming the wind for the rain. Blaming the rain for the wind. Gaming people. If we aren't being nice we can always modify our behaviors and that is expected of everyone but so very rarely said directly as a rule: you must be nice if being nice is necessary. That doesn't mean rolling over and playing dead, which is easier, and letting willfull pepole always get their way. That kind never has enough power, status, wahteva. They are so . . . addicted to increase and prestige that . . . well I would write a happy fate for them and I don't really know what the fate is that they reach when they continue with the constant addiction to yumming it up on and on and into the unpleasant hung-over morning. Dread of waking, dread of dreaming. Facing their own mistakes without excuses and regaining the sense of shame that helps us to be better people when we use it and get over it in our private metatations in beggary to our soveriegn Lord who knows us better than we know ourselves and loves us better than we can ever know.

OK, I've gone all Christ is Lord on you. So what? Does that bring out the demon in you? Can't you deal with whatother people believe that you are just as equivalent to them and we are all and all the same with in the all of being the same for the things that are the same, or that can be. And for those things that can not be the same between people, we are gloriously that too, aren't we. Unique within the all of being ourself and not living within any fear of difference: content within our differnce and aware of our mostly sameness. And loving everyone around us as a fact of breathing. We are all mostly like that, as humans? Yes? The same in our ability to feel great joy for some other or others, to see the uniqueness of some other, the same in so many ways, as a joy of life and proof in the existence of The Lord Almighty for having crafted such a person so easy to love: the special other. The same be you who you are but unique and wonderful each too. Is this a paradox?

Not a paradox but an essay on Tuesdays when it's hot and the world is worrying about escalations and provokations and troubles made by the few to stir up their little pot of sh_t so as to act all important about themselves. Or to try and fend off those who are doing that to them, muscling in on their lives and livlihoods and casting nations into serfdom through bondage of dept. Jubilee I say. Jubilee in the ancient sense. Forgive many debts, lets. It's the wise thing to do.

Well, I can smell that chicken and it smells about done to me. Any more and it will be crisped a little more than I like. So this essay really has to end now or I will burn my chicken. I suppose I could come back and write some more after I pull the cermamic dish with the chicken in it, a roasting dish. I could come back and write a few more inane paragraphs about your duty to be kind even when faced with injustice and indifference. But I'm not going to. Oh, there is the beeper. Chicken needs attention.

   August 4, 2015

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I went back to the lake yesterday (Lake Cochituate). This tree has an aura of pastel colored buds, or maybe tiny leaves. I took some images of it and I'll think about posting them. LOL"

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Did the Sun ever really go down that night?

or did it just rest in the clouds till day break, carried along the far horizon?

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Music music music music music music!

Here is Brian:

Mr. Brian Wilson, Oct 2014, Modesto, CA

Here is Al:

Mr. Al Jardine, Oct 2014, Modesto, CA

These guys gave a great show!

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March 11, 2015


clean water, even for enemies.
if you have this attitude, you won't need this attitude.
delete your delusions.

Music Music Music

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Celebrate 
 Christ!  

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    kindness
    is the
    real rule
    that everyone
    agrees with

lifestyle of loving unconditionally

  lifestyle
   of loving
unconditionally

May 3, 2015

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   Live your life
in constant resurrection!


    Fear the Lord ~ ⏲⏱⏰⏲⏱⏰⏰⏲⏱⏰⏰
 But He's always good to you ~ ; )
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Praise the Lord!

tiny ant on the infinite bud,
budding and blooming
and ants
way on high.

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