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Odds and Ends No. 41

I don’t like writing about what I plan to do in this space
and not do it. That is why most of my “rapid logging”
is in the past tense. That is why I’m going to change

to walk Thunderbird and tell you about it later. My
feet hurt. It is 105 degrees. There are a number of other
excuses I could jot down for not walking. I’ve been sick

for weeks; so it is time to you-know-what or get off the
pot! (It is 14:39. I better get moving if I’m going to do

New day. Wispy clouds. New heat. Her car in the shop.
She is out and about in mine. And, yes, I did walk
yesterday. Slowly, very slowly and a lot of water. When

I got back I checked my calendar. I hadn’t walked since
the end of March. A lot of sick time in between. I am
thankful for healing and hope for complete restoration

as I go forward. I thought about what I might cook for
dinner as I walked. In my mind, I opened the fridge.
I cooked a pound of Mostaccioli last Friday and still had

one serving left. The six chicken breasts I cut up and
cooked were gone. How can I be walking in 105 degree
heat thinking about dinner? I know what I’ll do. When

I got home, I changed out of my hiking stuff and put on
my uniform of the day—T-shirt and warm-up pants. In
the kitchen, I preheated a small frying pan (to keep my

portion size down). One short spray of canola. I put a
frozen burger in the pan. Meanwhile, I put a serving of
frozen veggies on a paper plate. Broccoli and peas. And

I grabbed the rest of the precooked pasta, a larger smooth
penne, you might say. Since I was throwing all the other
stuff in with the burger, I under-cooked the burger a little.

I cut up the burger in the pan. Added some butter, olive
oil, and garlic. Then the veggies. After a few minutes, I
added the cold pasta. A few stirs and flips later, it was

heated through. A pinch of salt and pepper. Mix. Done.
Added Parmesan. A quick yummy hamburger pasta with
veggies. That was dinner. She ate dinner while I was

walking. We watched Episode 7 of “Hinterland” together,
then called it a night. What on earth did I do before
there was Netflix? For me it was no flicks. Get this. Again,

what was true yesterday in my electronic world is not
true today. I’m back in Windows for now (Don’t ask!) I
have to convert her forms into Word docs. If I was

thinking, I would have done that work on her PC and
stayed in Linux. Maybe it isn’t too late. Certainly not
important as I’m thinking of an old friend who died

yesterday at the age of 92. My youngest called to tell
me last night. When we die, the battle for truth ends
and is revealed in the fullness of the power of the

resurrection in Christ. God’s grace is always greater
than we understand; especially in the face of the
senseless barbaric slaughter of the innocent young

lives in Manchester. When evil works evil, God doesn’t
stop working good. I believe that every child who died
as a result of evil in Manchester has been granted the

full measure of God’s limitless grace and given the
gift of eternal life by God’s love and resurrection
power. Their killers await judgment and eternal

separation from God. To the parents and friends who
have suffered horrific loss, by God’s grace, your
children live life eternal with Christ. And my friend

who died, he lives on with Christ. He also believed
the Truth and in the God who is Spirit and Truth,
and never ever changes. When I die, I will see

you again. And, I will see the young people who died
in Manchester, too. Absolute truth is forever true.
God is loving and faithful even though there is evil

in the world. The power with which He raised Christ
from the dead, so has He done by His grace for the
innocent children of Manchester. (This does not

negate the pain of your loss; so sorry for the loss of
your loved ones.) Only God can get us through these
difficult times and sustain us when things happen

that we do not understand. Truth in the absence of
God isn’t true.

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Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)

I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)

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