I suppose most in my reading audience are aware how the primary election to choose party candidates will be here in Texas in early March. How do we know it's a coming attraction? Social media is already in meltdown. Our mail box has applied for additional brace supports just to handle the daily influx of slick mailers. We do intend to vote, but, for the most part we will do our best to vote for those who best reflect the values we hold dear. That actually requires getting past the social media stuff and the mailers. There are, typically, a number of research entities one can check to look at a potential candidate resumes and backgrounds. How they have voted in the past. What they now stand for. Oh yeah, there's my texts. They are blowing up my texts. It seems they all want to promote themselves based on the person who has endorsed them. That doesn't always work with me. After all, I have often used that famous ditty from the past, "a pox on all your houses." (I'll let you look up the original from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet (Act 3, Scene 1), but, I will tell you it has come to mean this: In modern discourse to express disgust with all parties in a political or social conflict." I can live with disgust. What say you? Y'all take care now, you hear? And, may God add His blessings. Amen.
Thursday, January 29, 2026
Still working on developing my skill in producing gobbledygook, but, with sincerity.
Yeah. Thursday, January 29, 2026, and, guess what? We have another one of those brief freezing episodes being predicted for this upcoming weekend. Some of us older ones even remember when we would get winter from October through at least February. Of course, that was before Al Gore showed up and now we suffer a few days of low temps and think we've been sentenced to deep freeze purgatory. I told someone how us boys used to wake up on a single digit morning over in central Louisiana, when we lived with Granny and Paw Paw Mac, it was an unheated room and our feet would literally stick, (freeze), to the linoleum rug. In fact, that rug, I lie not, taught us some interesting exclamatory lingo, whenever we would, in the cold, catch our toe under one of the rough edges. Yikes! I have often said it was a Mayberry like existence, but, that doesn't mean it was happy happy every minute of every day. I hope everyone who reads my blogs know a lot of what I write about is 'tongue in cheek'. Let me tell you, even at my worst during this most recent health situation, I knew in my heart of hearts how so many are so much worse off, even little ones. At the same time I will be the first to admit that I do attempt to wring some out of my own experiences, hopefully, doing so in a way that my readers can laugh with me. And, cry with me if that is called for. Somewhere in all of the sharing I do hope to provide some encouragement to lean on the Lord, seek Him and His help, stay faithful, and, support one another. We are, like it is often said, in this thing called life, together.
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