Saturday, April 30, 2011
No, I did not get up to watch. But yes, I saw numerous "reruns." How could I have not ? Oh, leave the telly off?
Best twitlet comment: Two giggling, ecstatic girls on camera. One says, "Catherine went into Westminster a commoner and came out royalty."
Oh, really. Did she get a blood transfusion in there? Royalty is not "of the blood"? So why do we always speak of "royal blood"? Truth, there is no difference between commoner and royal. We are all but dust.
The madding crowd; the titillated throng. Best comedic line: Ellen DeGeneres said, "Two billion people watched the wedding. Put it in perspective, eight people didn't."
The happy Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. One truly wishes them many years of marital bliss and long life, as we do for all newlyweds. I might have liked a shot of "the kiss." But that is a bit intimate, don't you think? (actually it was on and off so quickly the shutter couldn't catch it.)
My moment of envy: I have always fantasized about ownership of an Aston-Martin and there is the Duke driving one. And I'll never ever get close enough to one to touch it. What was I saying about "we are all but dust"?
Friday, April 29, 2011
I looked over to my left and there was a Woman
In a brand new Escalade doing 65 mph, with her face up next to her
rear view mirror putting on her eyeliner.
I looked away for a couple seconds...to continue shaving
And when I looked back she was halfway over in my lane,
still working on that makeup.
As a man, I don't scare easily.
But she scared me so much I dropped my electric shaver,
which knocked the donut out of my other hand.
In all the confusion of trying to straighten out the car using my knees against the steering wheel,
I knocked my cell phone away from my ear.
It fell into the coffee between my legs!
Ruined the darned phone, soaked my trousers,
And disconnected an important call.
Dang women drivers!
Disclaimer: This is not original with me. I found it in a folder I maintain titled cryptically "TTK" which as you guessed, means "things to keep." I drop stuff in there for the same reason Foghorn Leghorn keeps his feathers numbered.. for such an occasion as this when the creative feathers have been plucked.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Second day in a row: 85o! And as well, it is the third day of the last four above eighty.
Makes me glad to be back in Perfect. I mean, that is perfect.
I got out Wednesday morning and scrubbed the roof of the RV. No big deal, you say. But to this rickety-kneed old man working eleven feet above the pavement, slicky, soapy water under his feet, well, there was a certain element of excitement-- or trepidation. But, safely on ground level again, job done. Then it was the awning, and this time a ladder. But it's over and I am safe and as sound as I was before the job began.
Now the rest of the exterior. But that is Thursday's job. Will no doubt get that done just in time for the rain. But not to worry-- the interior hasn't been thoroughly cleaned since returning from the South; and that is work that can be done while the rain patters on the roof.
All has to be done, though, because our summer camping season starts in ten days!
What ever made me think...
When I was a sophomore in college, to fulfill a requirement for three quarter-hours credit in biblical literature, I enrolled in a course on The Book of Acts. This turned out to be nine weeks of intensive study, approximately twenty-five stultifying lectures, and a 2.0 final grade. Okay, water over the dam.
I did learn things (witness I did not fail the course). But a few days ago, I stumbled upon a video on youtube entitled The Book of Acts in 3 Minutes. I am not going to tell you that you can learn more in three minutes than I did in nine weeks, but I am going to tell you this video is worth more than the three minutes it will take you to watch it. Click on the link!
You might even be motivated to open your Bible to the Book of Acts and read it again!
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
As with most television commercial presentations, and after having seen it numerous times, I've no idea what is being sold. But it is a great story well-told.
It is the tale of Suzie and her lemonade stand and her "rise to the top," so to speak. While as a rule I detest child actors selling adult products, I make an exception in "Suzie's" case. Who could not be taken in by this child? Who could not but find her totally believable as the CEO of a lemonade empire? Who, in fact, could not avail themselves of the peddled product?
Well, I, apparently, inasmuch as I've no idea what the product is.
But I loved the story.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Here we have that certain leases are available to "very well qualified lessees." We often hear the same phrase with regard to buyers. No matter. The implication is that we are too stupid to understand the basics of car buying, that we might, in fact, assume that anyone can walk in and drive out.
Anyone who has lived more than seventeen years and has at least a third-grade education knows that he will be vetted, credit checked and otherwise hassled during the closing of the deal, should we get to that point.
First, it was advertised that the dealer would lease autos. Or sell them, but we knew that. Then it was advertised that these deals were for "qualified buyers." Duh. Yet this is not good enough, so we have modified the phrase thusly: "well qualified buyers." At this point, fog begins to settle in. Is the modifier an adverb modifying the adjective "qualified" or is it an adjective modifying "buyer"? It is the case that one is either "qualified" or he is not. So then, he must be "well." Of course we cannot sell a vehicle to one who has epizootic, malaria or even the common cold, for he is not a "well" buyer.
However, for good measure, let's pile on some more meaningless verbiage. Introduce, therefore, "very." To what end? What does it mean? How does it improve the conveyance of the concept? [I can't help myself. Stop, Fingers!]
Just advertise the car, for crying out loud. Your sales staff is highly competent in the skills of 1) sorting out buyers from tire-kickers; 2) determining the financial health of the buyer, and 3) twisting the arm to bring the pen to the dotted line.
We are qualified. We know slop.
A succinct summation: Either one is qualified or he is not qualified. Modifiers do nothing to improve the message, or the meaning. In fact, they obfuscate. It is much like using a modifier with "unique." Again, either it is, or it isn't.
Monday, April 25, 2011
So am I, because the dental work will cost a whole lot more than the mower, and it won't even show! Her dentist has been trying for two years to get her to go for the crown, and this time when the filling fell out, I think she decided to bow to his wisdom.
The new machine drives easier, turns quicker than the old vehicle, and it mows beautifully. Sweet.* Yard looks great. And it will have to be done again in a week.
*The sweetest part is that it is BBBH's machine and I'm not permitted to drive it. Bummer. ;-)
Sunday, April 24, 2011
With a mighty triumph o'er His foes!
He arose a Victor from the dark domain
And he lives forever with his saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose."
Holidays and birthdays, sunny days, and gray. Jesus lives! Easter is my favorite day!
Friday, April 22, 2011
Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.
Verily I say unto you, today shalt thou be with me in paradise.
Woman, behold thy son.
My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?
It is finished.
Into Thy hands I commend my spirit.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
See the tree?
See the bee?
See the springtime?
The intent was for today's post to be a more-or-less wordless presentation. But you know me. Given a keyboard...
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Palm Sunday recalls to us Jesus' triumphal entry into Jerusalem to the Hosannas! and adulation of the people. (John 12:12-19, also Matthew 21:1-9, Mark 11:1-10, and Luke 19:29-38.) Maundy Thursday is observed in memory of the Passover supper Jesus observed with His disciples. (John 13 through 17)
Good Friday is set aside in which to grieve the death of Our Lord on the cross, and to grieve in repentence for our sin which sent Him to that cross.
The balance of the week is given to dolor in memory of the Savior's entombment.
Consider the Passover that Jesus and His followers observed. This feast is a duty and privilege of God's people in commemoration of the "passing over" of the death angel when Israel was held captive in Egypt. The people were assured that if they would apply the blood of a perfect lamb to the doorposts of their homes, they would be spared the loss of their firstborn.
Observe. 1) The passover lamb must be perfect. Christ was perfect.
2) This perfection was tested by confining and observing the lamb. Christ came under severe scrutiny by the world, and no flaw was found in Him.
3) The lamb must be slain. Christ was slain.
4) The blood must be applied. Only if found on the doorpost would judgment pass. The blood of Christ has efficacy for the individual only if it is appropriated by faith. (Salvation is offered to all, but it is not universal. The blood must be applied!)
5) The blood alone is perfect protection from judgment. Christ's blood alone saves man from judgment.
6) Observing passover is a duty and a privilege, but not a condition for safety. The believer is saved by the blood. He is strengthened by feasting on the living Word!
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Luther then replied: Your Imperial Majesty and Your Lordships demand a simple answer. Here it is, plain and unvarnished. Unless I am convicted [convinced] of error by the testimony of Scripture or (since I put no trust in the unsupported authority of Pope or councils, since it is plain that they have often erred and often contradicted themselves) by manifest reasoning, I stand convicted [convinced] by the Scriptures to which I have appealed, and my conscience is taken captive by God's word, I cannot and will not recant anything, for to act against our conscience is neither safe for us, nor open to us.
On this I take my stand. I can do no other. God help me. Amen.
Kansas State University Personal Web Pages http://www-personal.ksu.edu/~lyman/english233/Luther-Diet_of_Worms.htm
String Too Short to Tie http://vanilla-ststt.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-said-that-october-31-1517-was-day.html
Thursday, April 14, 2011
In addition to the scrapbook, though, there are many clippings of poems and his own writings in the file folders I have in my possession. Occasionally I go through some of these folders. I may not live long enough to process them all.
Here are a couple examples of the sort of thing he found appealing.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Is there an obesity problem in our society? No doubt. Is the principal responsible for the welfare of her charges? Of course. (To the extent that in loco parentis standards apply.) Has she pulled the lanyard on a charge that is more likely to blow up her cannon than it is to impact the target? Obviously.
Years ago, many, many years ago, there was a student in our elementary school who brought her own silverware with which to eat the school lunch. A teacher (remember zeal outrunning judgment?) chose to make an issue of it, though obtuse as I am, I couldn't see the issue. The girl, of course, enlisted her parents in this tug-of-war.
The father explained to me that the tableware provided by the school tended to react in an unpleasant manner to the girl's dental work, hence his darling carried her own sterling. Now we were not all born with a silver spoon in our mouths, but the fact that this gentleman had another daughter a year younger than the girl in question who did not carry table service to school lent credibility to his claim, and I said it was not a problem. In essence, I apologized for another's handling of what should have been a non-issue. Principals get to do that.
Well. I say. People!
Pick your battles!
When I used the term "Justin Bieber lunchbox" I did not know it actually existed; but as a long-time observer of the societal condition, I was not surprised when I Googled that phrase to find that it does exist. You can find it that way, too, should you want to send your kid to school with one. (Provided of course your kid doesn't attend that school in Chicago.)
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Dad was not a fan of Roosevelt; nor, apparently was he a fan of Truman. I have thought about his animosity toward Roosevelt. It might have been the fact that his mother was a republican and his father a democrat, each so committed to a political position that they did not even bother to hook up the wagon on election day, knowing that their votes would cancel each other. And I know which of his parents he adored.
But that really was not it. What it was was that while he could not find sufficient work to provide adequately for his family who were surviving on goat's milk and little else he watched while fine cattle were slaughtered on the orders of the Roosevelt administration and buried along-side the railroad track behind the house. I suspect he may have forgiven in his heart, but he never forgot. And doubtless never voted democrat.
Time passes, and a little over three years after the death of Roosevelt, President Truman campaigned for election to the White House in 1948. This was the election in which I first became interested in politics. I followed assiduously. I even "campaigned" for Truman to the extent that a fourteen-year old boy can do that. I was at the D&RGW railroad depot when Truman spoke from the platform of the rear car of his train! I was enthralled.
Franklin Delano Roosevelt January 30, 1882 – April 12, 1945 RIP
Monday, April 11, 2011
It took very few yards on the road to discover that it drove like a hog on ice, swaying and rocking hither and thither. It required a good bit of muscle to keep it in the road. So, first project discovered. And managed. But meanwhile, I discovered that the vehicle lacked a wiring harness. No, true. The only electrical hookup that existed was the ignition, which allowed the car to be driven. But there were no lights, no gauges, no accessories (not that it had many anyway) and no way it could be legally licensed and driven on the highway. Project number two.
I got the old J.C. Whitney catalog. You remember J.C. Whitney of Chicago, Illinois. Newsprint mail order catalog listing thousands upon thousands of auto parts and accessories. (Does Warshawsky seem familiar? I am thinking an identical catalog was published under this name, with same address and ordering information. Am I right?) Well, back on track. I searched the catalog for a wiring harness for the 1952 Ford F-1 and behold! it was offered for a modest price. I don't remember exactly how much, but it seems it may have been in the fifty dollar range. I ordered it. And it arrived promptly via the U S Mail.
I am not an electrician, and you may already have gotten the idea that most of my mechanical skills were at the pliers-and-screwdriver level. You may believe me when I tell you that the installation of this harness, simple though the vehicle was by modern standards, was a challenge. But I accomplished the task! And it worked. I now had lights and other necessary running equipment. I licensed the vehicle.
When I acquired her, the truck looked pretty much as seen in the top picture, although here some body work had been started. I drove this thing for several years before my spouse and I decided its appearance needed some improvement. So we, the two of us, enrolled in an evening auto body class offered by a nearby vo-tech school. We went every Tuesday night for many weeks, cutting, welding, filling, sanding and eventually painting until the vehicle passed through the stage in the middle picture and finally on to the gorgeous red car shown below. We were proud.
We drove the vehicle for quite some time, finally deciding that it was no longer a need in our lives. We sent it to auction. Accounting for the purchase price and all the expenses entailed in making it a useful truck, we wound up making money. Hence it is one of only two cars I ever owned which turned out to be an investment rather than a money pit. (The other one was also a Ford pickup.)
Sunday, April 10, 2011
With careful steps and ready with help, I gathered the entangled robin, along with the ball of twine, while assuring her that she would be released. Then with sharp knife and patient care the threads were clipped one at a time until the last thread was off. Her aides were near watching in subdued silence. Now unafraid, lying on the palm of my hand, she was making no effort to fly away. It was time to give her an upward thrust into her native element. With chirps of gratitude she found her wings and mounted skyward with her kind.
A parable of rescue of the lost in dilemma.
Found in the papers of D. W. Lacy, 1910 - 1999, over his signature.
For another bird story by Rev. Lacy, see Converting a Jay Bird.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
The Old Man replied, "Oh, my brother, there shall always be work."
Picture: Pile is much larger than it appears. And all that material was moved 100 yards from the point of pickup. By me.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
(I have ants in my computer. I just chased one across the keyboard with my left index finger, failing to skoosh it before it went down the ??/?. I had a momentary loss of functionality; and I greatly fear that the day will come that one of the little demons will destroy something vital. But I can't spray Raid down into the keyboard. Can I? How, you might wonder, did I get ants in the computer? So do I.)
Anyway, there is still lots of yard work to be done, but BBBH came in and said, "Wow. That front yard sure looks a lot better!" I live for such moments.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Apart from the exciting and scintillating sessions sponsored by the organization for my edification and professional development, I remember three or four specific things which made a lasting impression on me. The first of these was that Indiana, while beginning to experience some April-type weather, had not yet shaken off the remnants of the Great Snow of '78. In fact, when I left for Texas, there was a lot of snow still on the ground; and when I returned five days later it had not yet completely disappeared. Meanwhile, there were green leaves on the deciduous trees in Dallas, and the temperatures were in the high seventies and low eighties!
To account for the illustration, I will list this as the second of the memorable incidents. A great hall was set up for the convenience of vendors whose hope it was to impress the attendees with their wares, and perhaps snag them as customers. Wandering through this exhibition, I came upon a booth where the sales staff had employed an artist to sketch caricatures of the potential customers. I stood nearby as the artist worked, and soon enough I was invited to "visit" with the man as he drew the sketch you see here. He chatted me up about my interests, and hence the old Ford pickup and the wrench. (Perhaps a story for another time.) In truth, I have to say that the youngster captured the "essence" of me, so to speak, for it is a pretty faithful representation of the man I once was. A long time ago. But I already mentioned that.
The third memorable event was an evening entertainment in the great convention auditorium. Pearl Bailey performed a very nice set, giving us a never-to-be forgotten experience. The performance was just a few days after her sixtieth birthday.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Gangly, skinny, his forehead presenting with acne, the Boy at six feet, three inches towered over the Dean. Yet inside he felt about the size of the spies of the children of Israel alongside the descendents of the Anakim. That is, in the sight of the Dean, he must surely seem as a grasshopper.
"Have a seat right here." It was not a request. The Boy complied. The Dean pushed a legal pad toward the Boy, the yellow paper screamed "Guilty!" as the youngster's eyes took it in. The proferred pencil was red, putting an exclamation point to the accusation. "We know," asserted the Authority Figure, representative of the President, the Board of Regents, and by extension, believed the lad, of God Almighty, "exactly what you did yesterday afternoon. You will write an accurate account of your every move. Leave nothing out."
The Boy was yet several months shy of his seventeenth birthday. His best friend, who was the same age, had, just shortly before this glorious afternoon, acquired an automobile of his very own. This marvel of freedom and independence was a 1936 Ford fordor sedan. Gasoline was five gallons for a dollar. A Sunday drive was the very ticket for these two well-behaved yet fun-loving youngsters. As the boys were tooling along West Colorado Avenue, to their wondering eyes there appeared walking leisurely along the sidewalk two of the students from the bible school the Boy attended . These were girl-type students, and no discussion was required between the boys as the car rolled to a stop beside the curb and just ahead of the young ladies. Long story short, the girls got into the back seat of the auto; the boys remained in front. The drive continued through Manitou Springs, up Ute Pass to the Rampart Range Road which they took back into the Springs, taking care to drop the passengers off conveniently near the original pickup point. The boys went home.
It would serve no useful purpose to go into the details surrounding the number of rules of the school that had been broken in the execution of this innocent excursion. Hence, however, the Boy's Monday afternoon conference with the Dean.
The Boy took the pencil in hand and began to write. In so far as he was able, he wrote honestly, clearly, and completely an account of the events briefly described above. It was enough. It served the needs, whatever they were, of the authority of the school. Punishment descended upon the guilty culprit.
It only occurred to the lad much later that he deserved the punishment, not so much for the actions of the Sunday afternoon outing as for his own stupidity in complying with the directive the Dean had delivered. Our hero's best friend, owner and driver of automobile, was not a student at the same school, and thus his only punishment was the suffering that he no doubt endured knowing that the friend had been chastised. Yes, yes, to be sure.
©2011 David W. Lacy