Opinionated

 Well, as the forecasters predicted, we have sunshine.  In fact, not a single drop of rain is predicted for the next week.  Sure, some of the days are supposed to be partly cloudy, but, if there correct, we'll see nary a drop of precipitation.  That'll be nice.

Work was slow yesterday.  I understand it was busier in the morning, during that constant drizzle, but in the afternoon, after the rain had stopped, the customers dropped off.  The only bright spot was that I had my review.  The large, orange, home improvement retailer I work for had done away with reviews during covid, now they are coming back.  I'm evidently number one in the store in getting measures.  Everyone seems to attribute that to the fact that I'm a "nice guy."  I find that funny since I am surrounded by so many other people whom I think are much nicer.  Perhaps that's because I don't know what's going on in their heads, while I know very well what's going on in mine.  Are my thoughts bad?  Nah, but I am definitely very opinionated and if you rub me the wrong way you will get to hear my opinion.

When I finish here, I'm going to go downstairs to the writing room and download a program called Fotor into the writing laptop.  I began uploading the files for the audio version of The Body on the Lawn yesterday and discovered that the cover art needs to be perfectly square.  Fotor takes the rectangular art that I have and does just that.  I don't know whether to classify this as a learning experience, or a bother.

Here's what my writing room floor looks like with all of the area rugs out.  There's a spot where it looks like I must have spilled some sort of oil and it created a stain.  Whatever it was, it didn't create a strong enough memory for me to remember.  And, for those who are curious, the round thing is a hatbox that has stamps on the lid from the first Grand Prix in Paris in 1906, and that is a Columbia Graphinola dated to 1926.  Somehow, I seem to accumulate old stuff.

And, since it's the weekend, politically things are quiet; that doesn't mean I stop thinking.  One thing that occurred to me is how so many wealthy Christians want to believe that their wealth is a blessing from God.  This makes me wonder if they ever think about wealthy Muslims.  Not Christians, and yet some of them are the richest people in the world.  Or, do they ever consider Asian billionaires, again some of the wealthiest people in world, and definitely not Christian.  Aren't these people blessed, too?  Or is it that Christian billionaires have tiny, selfish, inconsiderate minds that can only regard themselves as being blessed?

A bit about blessings

 Good Morning.

Because I tv binged the night before, yesterday turned into a bit of a nappy affair, with a quick side-trip to Giant for some groceries.  As is always the case, realized this morning I should have picked up juice, not that this bothers me.  My local supermarket is a mere 3 red lights away.

I did manage to get in a 3.06 mile walk.  My Fenix 6 Pro doesn't track simple walking on the treadmill, I need to put some speed into it, with a dash of incline, so most of my hourlong walk was done at 3 mph on a 1% grade. 

And I put together a little stained glass video for... well, you'll have to wait and see.

I have a Facebook account that I only look at once in the mornings.  I do have friends who constantly scroll through it on their phones.  When they do, I can only wonder what in hell is going through their heads?  

Sometime this morning I'm going to decide if I want to sign up for a course in German.  I tried once before, only to discover the language is difficult.  People who believe English is a difficult language, should sit down and try one in which you can say 'the' 7 different ways.

For those who don't know, there was a time when I dabbled in 'song and dance,' and yes, this is me with my long hair center stage in How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying.

Just looking at this makes me laugh

Just a little bit about 'blessings.'  I'm not a big believer in them.  The Cracker Jack Crazies like to believe every time something good happens to them it's a blessing, that they are being singled out because they're special.  They aren't.  On the opposite side of the coin, when something bad happens they don't go around wailing about being condemned, that they've done something that justifies disapproval.  Nope, don't hear that at all.  Then it either becomes bad luck, or they blame someone else.  Here's a perfect example.  A few years ago, my nephew's car was totaled in an accident, he was fine, but suddenly he was in need of a new car.  His wife's father is... you guessed it, a car dealer, so a shortly thereafter he was the owner of a new, white car.  On Facebook, she said this was a great blessing.  A year later my mother passed away.  During her memorial service it began to snow heavily.  We got a lot of snow.  By the time we began leaving the church we had 4 inches on the ground.  Traffic was snarling to a stop all over Central PA.  Guess who tried to leave the church first?  Guess whose car got stuck, unable to make it up the smallest of several hill on the only road  into the church?  Guess whose car kept everybody from leaving the church?  That's right the 'blessing.'  Except for me.  I drive a Subaru, a car that was not a blessing, but a car that handles the snow very well.  It took everybody else almost 9 hours to get home.  Me?  I stopped off after an hour and a half of slow traffic to pick up a bottle of wine to celebrate.