Saturday, February 2, 2013

Out of Mulligan's

My heart breaks for America.  

Our political polarization has brought us to our knees.  This isn't, at it's core, a "left v. right" issue.  The problem is on both sides of the isle.  We must seek out and elect politicians who will act in America's interest, from a base commitment to social justice and Constitutional integrity.

Both parties must wake up and get it right, we have run out of Mulligan's.

Thursday, January 31, 2013

The beat DOWN goes on...

Last week was an adventure...in stammerna, that's right, stammerna.  

Sunday evening...the garage door opener quit working with the car on the wrong side on the door, and an important meeting to attend.

Tuesday evening...the dishwasher finally and mercifully died, may it rot in appliance hell.  I was determined not to make the same mistake again (See Saturday).  

Wednesday morning at 5.15...the alarm triggered at my office and when I arrived  I, along with a very capable County Sheriff, discovered what proved to be about $8000 in damage.

Thursday afternoon...A citizen decided, while I was working with a State Farm claims adjuster (See Wednesday) in my agency conference room, to free-slide in her car on the snow and ice; she sheared off, at the base, one of our lovingly planted, and nurtured-for-seven-years, Crab Apple trees.  She then proceeded to back over it and drive away without stopping to tell us who she was, or more importantly, how she intended to pay for it.  The State Farm adjuster decided it was time to leave before the lightening strike--thanks Dennis.

Saturday I got back around to my dishwasher.  I was determined not to make another "bad selection" and endure 10 years of hostility and anger every evening loading the beast.  I did my due diligence--Invested my Saturday, all day, at Consumer Reports, Google reviews, Amazon reviews, shopped the Net for my price, did side-by-sides with the 3 finalists and then pulled the trigger on my selection, throwing my arms high over my head in a "Rocky" like pose, fist-bumping the Sears clerk--only to discover it was unavailable ANYWHERE, at ANYTIME in the near or short term future.

Sunday morning I wrote out my "offering check" for the ministry community we are a part of--only to discover I'd misplaced it at the appointed time of "offer it up" as my sacrifice of praise, during our worship hour.

By week's end, I was st-sta-stam-stammering my way through the day--aghast at the carnage and cost of the last full week of January, 2013.  So grateful it only contained 7 days; and the beatDown goes on.  

Big sigh, BIGGER SMILE :)