TV

For many reasons, I stopped watching television a few years ago, and I still haven't missed it. 

But a month or two ago, Peter hooked up an antenna for my idle tv and got the free stations for me. It hasn't been bad. There is one news/public interest station that, unlike the others, is not commie propaganda and is informative on many levels. I have also watched some old black and white westerns that I enjoyed. As I ate my suppertime nachos this evening, I watched an episode from 1957 of Tales of Wells Fargo. I am old enough to remember when it was a regular show that I watched with my daddy on Sunday evenings, I think it was. Like the rest of the country, my daddy liked westerns, and I enjoyed being with my daddy  

Today I saw the show from the perspective of the old woman and retired psych nurse that I am, and I have some comments to make: The women dressed modestly and appreciated a sincere compliment from a man. There was a clear difference between good and bad. The bad guys were not the good guys. Dale's character displayed wisdom and confidence, and he took time to figure out the situation. He wasn’t driven by anger or revenge but by justice and doing right. The townspeople were glad when the good guys won. At the end of the show, Dale spoke words that could have come straight from Aesop. Today he concluded, “A man is like a rope. He’s only as strong as its thinnest part." Love a good moral to a story. 

Awesome event of the day

Before leaving the gallery today, I decided to walk down to the river and get a few steps in. There are several routes I can take, and today I chose the one that goes to the short fishing pier. At the end of it I saw folks fishing, a white haired, barefoot white man on the right side and a black couple fishing off the end. The man offered me a friendly greeting, then said, "God has given us a beautiful day." Indeed it was beautiful with a break from the intense humidity, a blue sky full of pretty clouds, and the river running a rich deep blue. The three fishing people had been fishing for a while and had gotten to know each other. He said to me, “She’s a spiritual woman.”  I replied with something like as long as the spirit is from Jesus. Then the conversation among the four of us turned worshipful. The woman quoted some Bible verses and said how wonderful it is to be in the family of God. We all started proclaiming God's sovereignty and our thankfulness. The white man said, “I’m Catholic but I believe in Jesus and the Trinity.” He talked about how there are forces trying to divide us, and everyone agreed that we are not divided. Pretty soon the woman spotted a rainbow, some pretty colors coming through the clouds. She said God wanted to show he was listening; that he wanted to manifest himself to us. As I left, they said, “Pray for America, the land of the free for now.”