Just Stuff – October 2011
I just got a new terabyte. Now I feel like writing for the first time in a long time. I have had documents disappear from computers so many times – I have had computers crash so many times – but now I can save docs to my new external hard drive; I can quit being concerned about losing anything I write . . . .
I have not written a blog entry for a very long time. Writing is cathartic for me, but I lost interest soon enough, and stopped writing for the blog. Most of my writing in the past years has been in the form of emails. I have written a lot of emails, believe me. Before that, I wrote for myself, long hand, with a pencil, on paper clipped to a clipboard. I would * attach a sheaf of papers to the clipboard, fill them with thoughts, then move that pile of journal entries to a permanent storage place, and then repeat from *.
I would love, love, love to organize all those old journal entries some day. Whoa! We’re talking thousands of sheets of paper, with hand-written journal entries. How would/will I ever get those organized? I’ve thought about putting them in microfiche format, and maybe I will some day, or I could pay someone to archive them on microfiche.
Now, back to the present . . . .
Bill and I headed out to deliver phone books this morning, but it started to rain in earnest and we drove back home. He – Bill – then left for somewhere, though I know not where; all I know is that he took his ladder with him! Bill is, by the way, gearing up for deer-hunting season. He bought his hunting license the other day, and he’s been buying every deer lure/attractant known to man! He loves to go deer hunting, and he loves to eat wild game of any sort. This past summer, he brewed up some turtle stew, made with a turtle Will brought home from a local pond. I did not eat any turtle stew, thank you very much. The very thought of it makes me lose my appetite. I suppose if I were hungry enough, I would be glad for the food.
Will went to homecoming this year, with a young lady named Terra. My baby is growing up! He is now taller than I am, by the way!!
The sliding glass door is in. I had to lengthen the drapes since the door replaced a window. Please see photo.
The lengthening process took @ 8 hours! I kept adding black stripes till they were long enough – one of those projects for which I am grateful I didn’t know would take so long else I would not have started. But what was I to do? I didn’t want to make new drapes for two windows, so it was either lengthen the ones for the new door to match the front window drapes . . . . or make all new ones. Ugh! Our next project is going to be, Lord willing, the building of a new workshop/storage shed. We’ll see. We already have the building permit, so we’ll see . . . .
That dining room table, by the way, is an amalgam of old wood and the table we had before; the base is one we got at a yard sale. The idea was to shorten the existing table to accommodate the flow of traffic to the new door.
We painted the whole upstairs main living areas next, after the door was in and the wall around the new door was dry-walled. The walls are now a lovely green. The next shot shows my trellis/frame project; I have not filled those trellises with photos yet. That wall, by the way, is magnetized so that I can change photos willy-willy. There are now photos in there, at this writing; I just haven’t taken a picture of them in place yet.
I’ve been googling Bohemian Décor lately, and I think that sort of describes our style. I have yet to come up with a suitable name for our style, alas!
I think I’ll insert one more photo then save it in my newterabyte.
This photo shows one of my quilts hanging in the dining area. We needed some art there, and this quilt was hanging on the wall in my basement sewing room. I mounted it on a cork board.
My Real Most Recent Project
I wrote in a recent post that I made a footstool out of an old metal box. Well, that was not really my most recent post. Here is a pic of the real most recent post – really . . . .
A Papasan Chair Upgrade
Please note the end table next to the chair. I got that for, like, free at a yard sale. It was not level – the glass was not level – so I brought it home and adjusted it. This table is handy because it’s easy to move from room to room, as needed. It can also be placed over a couch because the top is cantilevered over the base.
Another Fun Fall Project
When our berry plants got out of control, my hubby and I brain-stormed some trellising solutions, and here is wha
t we ended up doing . . . .
Another Fun Project
I got this metal box-on-wheels at a local thrift store and got to work: I turned it into a footstool . . . . .
That’s Crocheted fabric strips on the top of the new footstool.
Bible Pages and Photos On the Wall
Let me see if I can find some pics of a project I did recently, one involving bible pages and photos and wallpaper paste . . . . .
This is my sewing room.
The Time Has Come
As I was listening to the radio the other day, I heard someone opine that people should be aware that he might not be on the air much longer. He said it very simply and without melodrama: ‘The way things are going, I might not be on the air much longer.’ He went on to say that the time might come very soon when free speech will be impeded to the point where people with views like his will no longer be allowed to have radio shows.
In 1988, upon the release of his book Satanic Verses, Salman Rushdie received death threats from muslim leaders. It seems he had written some negative things about the muslim ‘religion’ and he had to run for asylum in the United States.
What do these two things have in common? They both involve censorship.
And while you and I might not think that this sort of thing can happen in the good old US of A, we would be stupid in that assumption because it already has gotten to that point in our country. (For example, the recent Hate Crimes Bill makes it illegal to say certain things without censure.)
I am taking all of this to heart, folks, and I’ll tell you why: It really might get to where I cannot say what is on my heart and mind, so I think I’ll write some of those things now – things about which I have hesitated in the past because I didn’t want to offend anyone. The time has come to write plainly. It’s like that radio personality said: There might not be much time to write or say certain things . . . .
While the world seems to be focusing on Islam as the worst thing on earth, there is an organization that is much mightier and much more deadly and much more pervasive in this world: Catholicism. Catholicism has a blatant disregard for the Word of God. Catholicism is not a religion; it is a political party. (I would love to see a breakdown of the percentage of catholics who voted for pro-abortionist Barak Obama.) And while Catholicism is known for its anti-abortion stand, Catholicism is responsible for every abortion that has ever been committed in this world.
Catholicism doesn’t kill people; it destroys people, one day at a time. It anesthetizes people. It hypnotizes people. It is a doctrine of demons. They preach ‘another Jesus,’ as Paul writes, as recorded in the bible.
And another thing: Abortion is murder. Someone (a ‘good catholic’) told me that their conscience allowed them to vote for Obama because abortion is ‘just one issue.’ And I wish I’d said to them: And the killing of Jews was just one issue in Germany, too.’
Oh, oh! Just for the record: Lutheranism and Methodism and Baptismism (!) are also doctrines of demons. (As long as I am offending folks, I may as well include those people who think they are better than others because they are not catholic.)
I’m on a roll!! Here’s something else, too: Jesus said, ‘Without me, you can do nothing.’ I don’t care who you are or what you are or what you think you are all about, without Jesus, you can do nothing . . .
There! Now I have offended just about everyone. But I don’t care because that radio personality is right: There might not be much more time to speak plainly in this country.
I almost forgot: Homosexuality is perverse. Sorry. I didn’t mean to leave anyone out here! But let me go one step further for all of you who are smugly thinking, ‘Homosexuality has nothing to do with me’: Fornication ruins societies. Sleeping with someone to whom one is not married is fornication. I don’t care that our society thinks this sort of behavior is AOK; it is not.
There! I feel better now. At least now, if censorship in this country gets to the point where I cannot write such things, I will have already written some of what I know to be true. I just hope there is a place for me to run in the event that the US is no longer offering asylum to people who speak the truth . . .
