The 2:30 lesson

Right now I am at the Volvo dealership, service department. I brought my iPad to keep me busy while I wait for an undetermined time. This is my first visit here, but I took Jacob’s advice and brought my eleven year old car for an evaluation and treatment, or whatever it is called in the car world. When I came in the waiting room, a conversation was going on between two folks, a young white woman customer and a middle aged black male employee. The girl left to drive her car off, and the man and I spoke. “Are you from Wilmington,”I asked. ”Lived here all my life!” I told him I could tell and why. Wilmington natives are nicer than other people. More respectful. More comfortable and easy. So we talked a little about it. He told some stories of how he dealt with some edgy angry newcomers. That is simply the way some northerners are. George Costanza for one! That is not the Wilmington way. Natives generally find a way to be lighthearted about any situation.I like that.

sad times

Last week when news of the government of New York allowing the murder of newborn humans came out, most of America was horrified, especially with the disgusting celebration that followed. I’ve read that NY is only the latest state to sanction this gruesome act, but it certainly made us even more aware of the evil that has infiltrated some people’s souls.
In church yesterday, a young woman was siting beside her husband, a little baby wrapped up in a sling around her chest. I felt the tears well in my eyes. This beautiful infant was the size of those being killed. Maybe infant organs are being harvested, flesh being sold, cells being used in research, placentas being used in beauty products. No doubt there is big money in babies somewhere.
During the presidential debates of 2016, I could hardly believe my ears when the hideous female candidate said she believed in killing babies up to the moment of birth. There is something terribly wrong with someone’s heart and psyche to say this with a total lack of feeling, as if to say two and two are four, much more to actually believe it.
How our minds are being manipulated!
I used to wonder how the German people could have been so deceived as to allow Hitler to rise to power and then to control their thinking to the extent that they would murder their fellow citizens. It is clear that some people can easily deceive and some can be easily deceived.
Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil.

good reminder

opportunities

Once again I have been called upon to use those hobby skills that I honed in Greenville, writing and taking pictures. I could never write a book, nor do I care to, but I usually can put a few paragraphs of something non-fiction together and make sense. Surprising how many people think they can't do that. It does come in handy if I want something done, plus I still have that compulsion to give everything a try. Another little photo shoot for a local magazine with some accompanying words. Another little challenge.

Still kicking

I did not intend to stop blogging. It just happened.
But it has made me think how much time it takes.
Back in the old days when it was a hobby and I had more to show and tell, I pondered, considered what one nugget from my 16 or so waking hours would I share with the world. Then things got boring, and I lapsed into occasional complacency. I was boring.
I won't be starting back right away. For the next three months, I must put a lot of focus into the big art show. I'm glad to be the coordinator this year. It's a challenge, but I feel up to it.