Wednesday, September 26, 2018

A Small Slice

Cloudy all day, about an inch of rainfall.  Somewhere in town someone is cursing the clouds and the water; somewhere someone is singing paeans for the blessing.  Around the corner a child is wailing endlessly, inconsolably, its mother passed out on the kitchen floor from an overdose.  Next door, a couple continues in its fifth year of prayer and visits to fertility clinics in an effort to have a child.  Down the street the preacher lives next door to the boozer.  On the "other side of the tracks" a couple and their six children live in a four-room cottage in ill-repair.  Both parents work to scrape together funds to feed the family and pay the rent-- to the mayor.  The seventy-three year old henna-haired lady behind that cash register goes to work daily because the medical insurance premiums and the cost of medications preclude retirement.  Someone would literally give you his last dollar were you in need, and someone else would literally rip off your last dollar if he could.
We are a diverse lot.  Don't write us off as Hoosiers who have no lives, uninteresting.  We are a kaleidoscope, ever-changing patterns, never-ending entertainment.  Get to know us.
Reporting from Perfect, Indiana, this is your fly-over country correspondent, Buford Bumpkin.

Tuesday, September 25, 2018

What Say You?

This thing has been on the table more than three  weeks now.  I hated it from the moment I watched the pieces cascade from the sack to the table top but we are a persistent couple.  Up to a point.  Is this the point?  Do we continue the agonizing frustration, or do we show ourselves to be quitters?

Consider this.  Working a jigsaw puzzle should be fun.  This one stopped being fun almost before it started (see above).  Excuse the photography* if you can and weigh in on this.  To do or not to do, that is the question.  (We have averaged about six pieces a day for the last ten days, at which rate you-know-where may be frozen before we finish.

*I turned the camera on.  It's broken.  The only thing I could see on the screen was broken colored lines, I could only point and trigger, literally, and you see  how that turned out.

Saturday, September 22, 2018

A Clean House

This morning

 This afternoon

At least from the outside it appears that we have a clean house!  Sometimes cleaning has to go beyond the dust rag and the vacuum cleaner.

Work by Jerry Blackburn, Town and Country Power Washing.

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

50th Tipton County Pork Festival

49 years ago this week the Tipton County Pork Festival was launched, and thus it is that the 50th Annual Pork Festival will be underway Thursday, September 6 and will run through Saturday evening.

This link will take you to the festival homepage where you may find the schedule and the entertainment on the docket.

[Public service announcement by String Too Short to Tie.]


Monday, September 3, 2018

Most Recent Thousand

 Finished this morning;   
dismantled this evening.

Sunday, September 2, 2018

Jesus in Decapolis

A few months ago the Sunday lesson was taken from the account of the Master's visit to the land of the Gadarenes, or Gergesenes, as they are called in the KJV.  Review here.

Briefly, Jesus had gone to the Heights where he met the demon-possessed, cast the demons into a herd of swine and two thousand animals ran into the sea and drowned

Jesus, it seems to me, made this visit to a strange place in exhibition of this love for all people.  He came to the Gadarenes bearing healing and salvation.  But when the swineherds ran into the city to report the doings of this Jesus in the countryside, the people, the entire city, ran out to him.  Ran out to him seeking his favor?  No! They ran out to him pleading with him to leave their country forthwith.

Now why would they do that?  Loss of the swine, of course.  Those pigs were worth more to them than healing, love, salvation.

What have you in your life that you value so highly that you might ask Jesus to depart and withdraw his gifts?

Matthew 8:28-34