It was a bit random I have to admit. I was suffering from an attack of smelly feet due to an instant eruption of athletes foot due to the stress of seeing on the news the carnage happening just outside Israel.
I also got the impression someone was trying to frighten me on the RT troll page. I am not sure what I am going to do with my self declaired troll status. It seems you have to log on via Facebook and I am studiously trying to avoid using Facebook. In fact I got quite a lot done in the garden today.
Its as though right up until I read Psalm 37 on Sunday, I have been on some kind of demented trail of trying to understand what’s going on around me. I was very agitated by it all. Anyway, now I am not. Even if this whole website suddenly disappeared, and was deleted by Uncle Sam, I have a tatty, well worn Bible right next to me that is worth immeasurably more than my drivel and ramblings over the last seven years. This was just an experiment in talking to myself.
I talk to God a lot, but I really did need to have a conversation with myself. I quite enjoyed being an RT Troll. Well strictly speaking, if a troll gets paid, then I don’t qualify as a troll, I wonder if I could apply for honorary troll status. Nah, I think I ought to seriously consider whether I am sufficiently interested in world affairs any longer. Everything seems to have gone totally insane in the West.
I decided to employ verse two of Psalm 37 and gave the lawn a number one. The grass is not very happy, I have got brown patches all over. Still it’s quite resilient, it usually grows back. I am determined to whip this very shallow lawn into shape. I am going to sprinkle new manure on it tomorrow. I ran out of steam today, and some friends dropped in for a cuppa, which was delightful. We are on the same Pétanque team, and we’re talking about the strategy and mindset of playing teams in the First division.
I need to spend a quiet hour deciding who I am voting for tomorrow. It’s our Island elections, and we have listened to everyone, Now it’s my duty to decide who is going to be my dream team. I will be off to vote tomorrow. Every vote we make is important. I have decided which radical I want to vote for, but not quite made up my mind for the others.
The thing is, you always need a dissenter, a radical little shit to throw a spanner in the works, otherwise it’s not really a functioning democracy. I am not a great fan of radical little shits, but they do sometimes mature into excellent politicians, so that vote is mostly for being a little shit, and generally that He needs more experience. I can see potential!
Anyway my post last night was describing how well my homemade worming potion for the dog and me was going. We are both breathing better. I think it puts the bloody things to sleep myself, at which point, I am sure our immune systems can get to work and sort them out. I know when we need more, the dog starts coughing. I find my chest constricted. I won’t go into any more gruesome details, but suddenly realising these symptoms are the same as the dog, and if she has had antibiotics and not cleared it, it has to be lungworms adds a whole new spice to living.
I wondered today if Altzeimers was actually brain worms. They can cause havoc in a dog, and after that article I read about the USA Ethics committee asking what all the dead kittens were about, I suddenly realised farming old people in Nursing Homes.
Well there you go. Some people will stoop so low to make money they are positively slithering on their belly with Satan.
Keep your Pecker up If you read this... they even think you can eat Jam on Yorkshire puddings in the USA, I would suggest they try the Clafoutis Eaters, We know how we like our Yorkshire’s thank you very much!
Anyway my Psychiatrist had asked me to take Olanzapine for a week, and see Her next week. I am genuinely a basket case. I weave a lovely basket to put flowers in. I found myself strangely singing Lucy in the sky with Diamonds, and then one of the Beatles got a gong and their old stuff came up on video to listen to. Wonderful growing up in the Beatle years. So great, and yet so sad. So to keep everyone happy I am going to take it.
If someone can just turn up to John Lenon’s door and shoot Him, It could happen to anyone. I guess we all need to be ready to meet our maker at anytime. I don’t remember being born with an insurance document stuck up my anal cavity. I can think of very many times that God has somehow kept me safe. The only thing that holds us in the clutches of death is fear of dying, so I suppose I will give the spiders a polish, and go for a swim soon when the weather warms up the sea a bit more.
God told me today I needed to work on the Love aspect of my Life now my memory is coming back. He said remember without love you are a clanging cymbal. So back to school for me then, it seems I have a good few years of love that have been stolen by Locusts.
When I became a Christian, everyone said I was impatient. So I asked God to give me a gift of patience. Well you have a lot of trials to learn patience. I am wondering if I have the stamena and all that would be required to ask for a gift of love, I need to think about this one.
God just pointed out that I still interrupt people when they are talking, so I don’t qualify for the gift of patience. Drach. Well the Dog certainly doesn’t have one it’s her suppertime!
God Bless you if you are reading this. May God open your Eyes and your Ears, and Your Heart.
Blessings in Christ Jesus.
I also got the impression someone was trying to frighten me on the RT troll page. I am not sure what I am going to do with my self declaired troll status. It seems you have to log on via Facebook and I am studiously trying to avoid using Facebook. In fact I got quite a lot done in the garden today.
Its as though right up until I read Psalm 37 on Sunday, I have been on some kind of demented trail of trying to understand what’s going on around me. I was very agitated by it all. Anyway, now I am not. Even if this whole website suddenly disappeared, and was deleted by Uncle Sam, I have a tatty, well worn Bible right next to me that is worth immeasurably more than my drivel and ramblings over the last seven years. This was just an experiment in talking to myself.
I talk to God a lot, but I really did need to have a conversation with myself. I quite enjoyed being an RT Troll. Well strictly speaking, if a troll gets paid, then I don’t qualify as a troll, I wonder if I could apply for honorary troll status. Nah, I think I ought to seriously consider whether I am sufficiently interested in world affairs any longer. Everything seems to have gone totally insane in the West.
I decided to employ verse two of Psalm 37 and gave the lawn a number one. The grass is not very happy, I have got brown patches all over. Still it’s quite resilient, it usually grows back. I am determined to whip this very shallow lawn into shape. I am going to sprinkle new manure on it tomorrow. I ran out of steam today, and some friends dropped in for a cuppa, which was delightful. We are on the same Pétanque team, and we’re talking about the strategy and mindset of playing teams in the First division.
I need to spend a quiet hour deciding who I am voting for tomorrow. It’s our Island elections, and we have listened to everyone, Now it’s my duty to decide who is going to be my dream team. I will be off to vote tomorrow. Every vote we make is important. I have decided which radical I want to vote for, but not quite made up my mind for the others.
The thing is, you always need a dissenter, a radical little shit to throw a spanner in the works, otherwise it’s not really a functioning democracy. I am not a great fan of radical little shits, but they do sometimes mature into excellent politicians, so that vote is mostly for being a little shit, and generally that He needs more experience. I can see potential!
Anyway my post last night was describing how well my homemade worming potion for the dog and me was going. We are both breathing better. I think it puts the bloody things to sleep myself, at which point, I am sure our immune systems can get to work and sort them out. I know when we need more, the dog starts coughing. I find my chest constricted. I won’t go into any more gruesome details, but suddenly realising these symptoms are the same as the dog, and if she has had antibiotics and not cleared it, it has to be lungworms adds a whole new spice to living.
I wondered today if Altzeimers was actually brain worms. They can cause havoc in a dog, and after that article I read about the USA Ethics committee asking what all the dead kittens were about, I suddenly realised farming old people in Nursing Homes.
Well there you go. Some people will stoop so low to make money they are positively slithering on their belly with Satan.
Keep your Pecker up If you read this... they even think you can eat Jam on Yorkshire puddings in the USA, I would suggest they try the Clafoutis Eaters, We know how we like our Yorkshire’s thank you very much!
Anyway my Psychiatrist had asked me to take Olanzapine for a week, and see Her next week. I am genuinely a basket case. I weave a lovely basket to put flowers in. I found myself strangely singing Lucy in the sky with Diamonds, and then one of the Beatles got a gong and their old stuff came up on video to listen to. Wonderful growing up in the Beatle years. So great, and yet so sad. So to keep everyone happy I am going to take it.
If someone can just turn up to John Lenon’s door and shoot Him, It could happen to anyone. I guess we all need to be ready to meet our maker at anytime. I don’t remember being born with an insurance document stuck up my anal cavity. I can think of very many times that God has somehow kept me safe. The only thing that holds us in the clutches of death is fear of dying, so I suppose I will give the spiders a polish, and go for a swim soon when the weather warms up the sea a bit more.
God told me today I needed to work on the Love aspect of my Life now my memory is coming back. He said remember without love you are a clanging cymbal. So back to school for me then, it seems I have a good few years of love that have been stolen by Locusts.
When I became a Christian, everyone said I was impatient. So I asked God to give me a gift of patience. Well you have a lot of trials to learn patience. I am wondering if I have the stamena and all that would be required to ask for a gift of love, I need to think about this one.
God just pointed out that I still interrupt people when they are talking, so I don’t qualify for the gift of patience. Drach. Well the Dog certainly doesn’t have one it’s her suppertime!
God Bless you if you are reading this. May God open your Eyes and your Ears, and Your Heart.
Blessings in Christ Jesus.
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