Wednesday, Dec. 24, 2014
AFTERPosted Monday, March 21, 2011, at 12:31 PM
There was a new type of toothpaste in the basket by the sink. Should try to use up at least one of the other two before opening a fresh one.
Eight boxes cereal in the cupboard, only four I care for much. Kay would fix me something hot if I asked, but never like the bother.
Don't use the bottled water for my morning coffee, Brazil's finest tap water is cheaper and works just as well. With cost rising, probably do need to cut down on coffee drinking; three-four cups a day should be plenty.
Put on clean clothes; someday I will have to find out where they come from.
Waited to take shower until this evening, it's been three whole days.
Electric bill came in the morning mail, can't believe we use that much power.
The car we drive is going on three years old, already has almost 34,000 original miles.
Stopped at Lynn's Pharmacy for my multiple monthly meds; co-pay went from $1 to $2.50.
Don't know which of the dozen or so eating-places in town will satisfy whatever cravings come into my head by lunchtime.
Weather turned warm this week. Birds will soon be waking me up in the morning, have to put away that snow shovel, got to wear my heaviest winter coat just a couple of weeks.
Our children only call or come home now about every month or so to let us know they love us, that they are happy, that our grandchildren are healthy. Even theoneinthearmy only calls occasionally even though he is no longer stationed near Japan.
Supposed to be retired, able to sit in front of the TV all day or play Solitaire until the cards disintegrate; but Kay and our son Nathan say I'm still needed, so I have to keep busy.
Could go to Wednesday evening Family Night at Christ Community Church if I wanted, nobody to stop me whatever they think of my faith; but will probably be too distracted.
Makes a fellow wonder...
after storms drift away to the north or south,
after forest fires affect only some western state,
after basements are wet as floods ruin other homes,
after earthquakes quiet and aftershocks are memories,
after tsunamis recede into the ocean and low tides arrive,
after seas quietly give up debris and dead on distant shores,
after radiation levels from meltdowns saturate far-off waters,
after first-responders, search-and-rescuers, aid providers return,
after our sons and daughters return from an awful thing called war,
after all these things once more go and come,
is there anyone reading this with nothing for which to praise God?
If you can't think of anything, go back to top and read everything after AFTER.
David L. Lewis is an observer of and sometimes commentator on life who may be reached via e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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