A lady grew up during the depression and over the course of her lifetime she had purchased items that meant something to her and some other things were given to her. She has lived in the same home for almost sixty years. It's a small two bed room ranch home. She had a collection of dinner bells, probable three or four hundred of them.
I said had as if she were dead already but she isn't. One of her sons is having her move in with him with the intention of bringing her home so she can die in her own home. The home is neat but every square inch of storage space is utilized to the max. There is the attic, the partial basement and the storage space under the deck. The carport was converted into a living space.
She said that she wants items personal to her to remain so she can be surrounded by the objects she loves at her death. I don't know if it is possible for things to happen the way she wants but that is the plans. We always don't get to pick where we will be when we die.
The house is stuffed full of stuff, there is damage to some of the walls and ceilings and it has lots and lots of furniture. Somehow one of the brothers, the successful rich one, thinks he can clean the house and get it ready to sell in three or four days. I know what his intentions are. He'll hire a professional cleaning crew who will bring out a dumpster and he'll instruct them to throw everything thanks in the house into it, then have them wash and mop and think he's done a good job.
Mom loves her stuff plus there is a lot of value, intrinsic and sentimental, to many of the objects she has. If the items meant a lot to her should her children value that item as well and see that it is sold or given a good home or should it just be junked like worthless trash?
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
I Apologize
I owe my pastor and my Sunday School class an apology which I will deliver in person at the beginning of my next class. A month or so ago I asked the question "Which tribes belonged to the Southern Kingdom of Israel"? The pastor gave the correct answer but I stated the correct answer as Rueben, Gad, and the half tribe of Manasseh which is incorrect. Those tribes and half tribe are the peoples of Israel that did not cross over the river Jordon when Israel entered the Promised Land. The correct answer, as stated by the pastor, was indeed Judah and Benjamin.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Security sorta works
Friday night I left my rock bar, a plastic cart, and my potato hoe in my trailer so I could have an early start Saturday morning when I planned on taking advantage of the cities annual mulch sale. I needed some at the church around the trees I planted and I needed a little more at home. With the 4-prong potato hoe it is much easier to unload the mulch than with a steel rack. Saturday morning it was missing.
I am meticulous about putting my tools away but I thought just once for my convenience I would leave the potato hoe out so the beeping of the shed alarm wouldn't bother my sleeping wife. The first and only time I've left a tool out and it turns up missing. Go figure.
I didn't lose much as far as monetary value as the head of the potato digger once belonged to my neighbor. Someone set his shed on fire .and the wooden handle of the digger burned off so he just tossed what was left away. I just happened to have a broken handle from an old tool so I put the potato digger head on my old handle and duct taped it on. It made a useful tool which I have used for several years now. One thing for sure, it wasn't worth the price of the penalty one would have to pay if they were caught stealing it.
I'm sure they didn't take the plastic cart because it would have been too big and cumbersome for a quick grab and run theft. The thing of value was the rock bar but it was black and was in a black trailer at night and mostly covered by the tarp. I'm sure if given a choice most people would much rather have had the rock bar, especially if they were taking something to sell. The potato digger is virtually worthless.
I'm not sure what would have been taken if I didn't have a security system. My shed is wired with an alarm system as is my house. I also have motion sensory lights on the front porch and back porch as well as on the driveway side of the shed. I would like to think the motion sensor lights would have come on and frightened the thief away (but only after the thief took my potato digger).
I am meticulous about putting my tools away but I thought just once for my convenience I would leave the potato hoe out so the beeping of the shed alarm wouldn't bother my sleeping wife. The first and only time I've left a tool out and it turns up missing. Go figure.
I didn't lose much as far as monetary value as the head of the potato digger once belonged to my neighbor. Someone set his shed on fire .and the wooden handle of the digger burned off so he just tossed what was left away. I just happened to have a broken handle from an old tool so I put the potato digger head on my old handle and duct taped it on. It made a useful tool which I have used for several years now. One thing for sure, it wasn't worth the price of the penalty one would have to pay if they were caught stealing it.
I'm sure they didn't take the plastic cart because it would have been too big and cumbersome for a quick grab and run theft. The thing of value was the rock bar but it was black and was in a black trailer at night and mostly covered by the tarp. I'm sure if given a choice most people would much rather have had the rock bar, especially if they were taking something to sell. The potato digger is virtually worthless.
I'm not sure what would have been taken if I didn't have a security system. My shed is wired with an alarm system as is my house. I also have motion sensory lights on the front porch and back porch as well as on the driveway side of the shed. I would like to think the motion sensor lights would have come on and frightened the thief away (but only after the thief took my potato digger).
what is fair isn't always fair.
what is fair isn't always fair. Strange headline I know but it is true. Here is the situation. Mom is almost blind and deft and has become feeble in the past few weeks that it has become obvious she can no longer take care of herself. Mom has three sons, one lives in Georgia, one in South Carolina and one in Randleman. Mom lives in Hickory.
My younger brother is a businessman and has made a lot of money . Even though he is retired, he is still working full time. My older brother is a plant manager for a large manufacturing plant and makes a descent salary. He also draws social security. My one sister-in-law, my younger brothers wife is also an accountant and she still works.
I'm retired and do not work and my wife is disabled. We have always been just plain ole working stiffs, church going people who support their church to the tune of at least 15% of their income and sometimes to to 20%. Honestly if we didn't give we would have never made it. Seriously.
Anyway, Mom will have to either have an in home care giver or go into a rest home. If she takes the second offer then my younger brother has purposed three solutions, the first two are out of the realm of possibilities. The third is doable and fair. We float a loan, split the downpayent three ways and well as the monthly payment it seems fair anyway. Except for one thing. I'm the only one who doesn't work and the only one who lives close enough to take care of the house. Afterall, the assests have to be liquidated or disposed of, the house cleaned and the repair work completed.
Yea, it would be nice to split the cost three ways then have just one brother do all the physical labor but that isn't fair, is it/
My younger brother is a businessman and has made a lot of money . Even though he is retired, he is still working full time. My older brother is a plant manager for a large manufacturing plant and makes a descent salary. He also draws social security. My one sister-in-law, my younger brothers wife is also an accountant and she still works.
I'm retired and do not work and my wife is disabled. We have always been just plain ole working stiffs, church going people who support their church to the tune of at least 15% of their income and sometimes to to 20%. Honestly if we didn't give we would have never made it. Seriously.
Anyway, Mom will have to either have an in home care giver or go into a rest home. If she takes the second offer then my younger brother has purposed three solutions, the first two are out of the realm of possibilities. The third is doable and fair. We float a loan, split the downpayent three ways and well as the monthly payment it seems fair anyway. Except for one thing. I'm the only one who doesn't work and the only one who lives close enough to take care of the house. Afterall, the assests have to be liquidated or disposed of, the house cleaned and the repair work completed.
Yea, it would be nice to split the cost three ways then have just one brother do all the physical labor but that isn't fair, is it/
Monday, October 20, 2014
Any teachers out there?
Have my Sunday School class does their lessons but the other half makes no effort at all. If I ask a question I gey no response from anyone even though they have the answer. it seems I can never illcit much of a response much less a discussion. So, how do I get more class participation?
Thursday, October 16, 2014
12 year old commits suicide over cyber bullying
In todays news a twelve year old girl killed herself because of being bullied. Not physically bullied. No, that had stopped when she changed schools. No, she was being bullied on the internet, in particular on Facebook. I have a Facebook account. I have friends on Facebook. In order to be my friend I have to accept your invite. You can't be my friend unless I want you to be. Even then if you post something I don't like I can delete that post and if you persist I can unfriend you. I don't have to belong to Facebook either. In fact, I don't have to participate in social media at all.
You cannot bully me unless I allow you to bully me. This young girl killed herself over something someone said that they didn't have to read. How very sad.
You cannot bully me unless I allow you to bully me. This young girl killed herself over something someone said that they didn't have to read. How very sad.
Thursday, October 09, 2014
Sometimes its better not to do any favors
My wife and I stopped at Wendy's today. I wanted to try their new BBQ sandwich. I ordered a BBQ sandwich and a soda and my wife wanted the BBQ fries and a lemonade. "I can save you money if you get the combo. "
"But I don't want fries' I replied.
Well the clerk rang me up a small combo anyway.
The BBQ sandwich was $4.49, the BBQ fries was $2.89, the soda was a $1.49 and the lemonade was &1.79 for a total of $10.66 (not including tax)
The clerk rang up a small combo at $6.69, a BBQ fry at 2.89, a lemonade at 1.79 and a soda at 1.49 which totaled 12.86. I explained to the clerk that she charged me for a soda that was supposed to be include and didn't give me a fry which goes with a combo. I didn't want the fries to begin with so I made her cancel the entire order and ring it the way it should have been totaled to begin with. While she was re-ringing the order other workers were busy filling my tray with sandwiches I didn't order.
The whole incident left a bad taste in my mouth (pardon the pun) embarrassed the clerk, I'm sure and put a damper on an otherwise perfect day. I don't know why I have such a hard time when I go into a restaurant, especially a fast food joint. I speak slowly and clearly but it seems there is always a problem. I went to Bo jangles once and every time I named an item I want the clerk would yell it into his mike. What he rang up, what I ordered and what I was given didn't even come close to being the same.
Once at Arby's I ordered an apple turnover and was given a cherry one with chocolate glaze. My wife and I were going to split it so I cut it in two pieces. My wife took a piece to show the clerk we had received the wrong turnover. In stead of fixing the problem the clerk said 'Well, I see you've already eaten half of it." I took the other half up and asked for an apple turnover, not saying anything about her smart remark. This time I received a chocolate turnover. This time I took the whole thing back and asked for a refund. The clerk at first refused and tried to make me wait until she found an apple turnover.
I went to Hardees and ordered two cod fillet sandwiches and a chicken burrito. I was given two chicken sandwiches and a fish taco.
If it happened just once and in a while, which I fully expect it does to every one, it would be understandable. I think the problem is most clerks really don't know how to think and customers don't know how to order. A clerk normally has to ask a customer a lot of questions in order to record an order.
I'll go into, say Burger King, and say "This order is dine-in. I want the number 2 combo, small, with cheese, light mayo, lettuce and tomato and a number two combo, small, no cheese, with onion rings instead of fries." More often than not, the clerk will ask ;Is this dine-in or carry-out?"
So now I have to repeat the entire order and when I'm finished the second time the clerk asks "Did you want cheese on both combos?"
I thought maybe I was giving the clerk too much information at once so I decided to be like every one else and make the clerk ask. My order was still screwed up.
In all honesty I appreciate the girl at Wendy's efforts to save me some money and if I had received the fries and not been double charged on the soda I would have not said anything about the fries I really didn't want. When I placed my order and it seemed obvious she wasn't going to ring it like I asked her too It was just far easier to let her do it her way. For the most part most places quickly correct mistakes and I realize most fast food clerks are young and inexperienced so I'm patient with them. But tonight was different. The clerk wanted to argue with me that she was saving me money by charging me for something I didn't want, couldn't understand when I explained I hadn't received what I had been charged for, gave me a refund and then tried to charge me again for what she just gave me a refund on. Sometimes it is just best to not do some one a favor.
"But I don't want fries' I replied.
Well the clerk rang me up a small combo anyway.
The BBQ sandwich was $4.49, the BBQ fries was $2.89, the soda was a $1.49 and the lemonade was &1.79 for a total of $10.66 (not including tax)
The clerk rang up a small combo at $6.69, a BBQ fry at 2.89, a lemonade at 1.79 and a soda at 1.49 which totaled 12.86. I explained to the clerk that she charged me for a soda that was supposed to be include and didn't give me a fry which goes with a combo. I didn't want the fries to begin with so I made her cancel the entire order and ring it the way it should have been totaled to begin with. While she was re-ringing the order other workers were busy filling my tray with sandwiches I didn't order.
The whole incident left a bad taste in my mouth (pardon the pun) embarrassed the clerk, I'm sure and put a damper on an otherwise perfect day. I don't know why I have such a hard time when I go into a restaurant, especially a fast food joint. I speak slowly and clearly but it seems there is always a problem. I went to Bo jangles once and every time I named an item I want the clerk would yell it into his mike. What he rang up, what I ordered and what I was given didn't even come close to being the same.
Once at Arby's I ordered an apple turnover and was given a cherry one with chocolate glaze. My wife and I were going to split it so I cut it in two pieces. My wife took a piece to show the clerk we had received the wrong turnover. In stead of fixing the problem the clerk said 'Well, I see you've already eaten half of it." I took the other half up and asked for an apple turnover, not saying anything about her smart remark. This time I received a chocolate turnover. This time I took the whole thing back and asked for a refund. The clerk at first refused and tried to make me wait until she found an apple turnover.
I went to Hardees and ordered two cod fillet sandwiches and a chicken burrito. I was given two chicken sandwiches and a fish taco.
If it happened just once and in a while, which I fully expect it does to every one, it would be understandable. I think the problem is most clerks really don't know how to think and customers don't know how to order. A clerk normally has to ask a customer a lot of questions in order to record an order.
I'll go into, say Burger King, and say "This order is dine-in. I want the number 2 combo, small, with cheese, light mayo, lettuce and tomato and a number two combo, small, no cheese, with onion rings instead of fries." More often than not, the clerk will ask ;Is this dine-in or carry-out?"
So now I have to repeat the entire order and when I'm finished the second time the clerk asks "Did you want cheese on both combos?"
I thought maybe I was giving the clerk too much information at once so I decided to be like every one else and make the clerk ask. My order was still screwed up.
In all honesty I appreciate the girl at Wendy's efforts to save me some money and if I had received the fries and not been double charged on the soda I would have not said anything about the fries I really didn't want. When I placed my order and it seemed obvious she wasn't going to ring it like I asked her too It was just far easier to let her do it her way. For the most part most places quickly correct mistakes and I realize most fast food clerks are young and inexperienced so I'm patient with them. But tonight was different. The clerk wanted to argue with me that she was saving me money by charging me for something I didn't want, couldn't understand when I explained I hadn't received what I had been charged for, gave me a refund and then tried to charge me again for what she just gave me a refund on. Sometimes it is just best to not do some one a favor.
Saturday, October 04, 2014
Sold out but disappointed
One might not think it strange that a free concert was booked solid but just because it is free doesn't mean people will take advantage of it. I learned that when our church had a few hot dog supper for the community and no one came. The truth is we could have sold a lot more than we gave away. Anyway, David Jeremiah had a free service at the coliseum Thursday and I enjoy David Jeremiah. I heard him speak live in Myrtle beach at the annual "Singing at the Beach' a few years back and I still remember his message. But Thursday night was a night to forget, for sure.
I believe music should always honor God and reflects His truths. I am not about to speak for God and even propose what type of music God likes to listen too but I have never seen drums listed among the instruments used to praise God in the scriptures. One song claimed that the singer was God's friend because god was his. Friendship implies equality and I just don't feel comfortable equating myself with God. God is my creator and the bible instructs us to fear God and tells us plainly to fear Him who can take both body and soul. Oh I know there is a hymn that says "Oh what a friend we have in Jesus" and I love that him. The difference is that hymn isn't putting us on an equal footing with God but giving God the glory for all the wonderful things that Jesus did for us when He died upon the cross for our sins. The song does not imply that the singer and God are best buddies.
The music I suffered through because I came to hear a message from God and to give praise to Him but instead the sermon was nothing more than a book promotional speech. Yea, I purchased a book because it was on a topic I was interested in and I had looked into buying the book earlier but at $39.95 for the book from Amazon I thought I could find equally as good a resource at a much better price. At the meeting I purchased the book for $20.00 while the music was going on.
What I did enjoy was the Fellowship meeting last night. It was in Albemarle which was a long lonely drive through the countryside in the piedmont of North Carolina and the preachers there were pastors of small churches for sure. No one there will ever pastor a mega church or even draw a crowd at a free event but then again they are preaching the word of God and not trying to sell books.
There is no compromising on the translation of the bible they use, on the type of music that is sung, and no personal agenda to be promoted. They don't talk about their wife and kids or brag about what ministries they are involved in. They just preach the gospel.
There was one preacher there from Kenya who oversees 7 churches and several different programs and only receives support of $250.00 a month. I would much rather support him than David Jeremiah.
Don't get me wrong. I am not putting down David Jeremiah or his ministry. If one can reach people and allow God to save their souls then they have my support. I'm not disappointed and non supportive of the ministry of David Jeremiah: I'm just disappointed that the opportunity to inspired thousands of Christians was used a a promotional opportunity for his new book.
I believe music should always honor God and reflects His truths. I am not about to speak for God and even propose what type of music God likes to listen too but I have never seen drums listed among the instruments used to praise God in the scriptures. One song claimed that the singer was God's friend because god was his. Friendship implies equality and I just don't feel comfortable equating myself with God. God is my creator and the bible instructs us to fear God and tells us plainly to fear Him who can take both body and soul. Oh I know there is a hymn that says "Oh what a friend we have in Jesus" and I love that him. The difference is that hymn isn't putting us on an equal footing with God but giving God the glory for all the wonderful things that Jesus did for us when He died upon the cross for our sins. The song does not imply that the singer and God are best buddies.
The music I suffered through because I came to hear a message from God and to give praise to Him but instead the sermon was nothing more than a book promotional speech. Yea, I purchased a book because it was on a topic I was interested in and I had looked into buying the book earlier but at $39.95 for the book from Amazon I thought I could find equally as good a resource at a much better price. At the meeting I purchased the book for $20.00 while the music was going on.
What I did enjoy was the Fellowship meeting last night. It was in Albemarle which was a long lonely drive through the countryside in the piedmont of North Carolina and the preachers there were pastors of small churches for sure. No one there will ever pastor a mega church or even draw a crowd at a free event but then again they are preaching the word of God and not trying to sell books.
There is no compromising on the translation of the bible they use, on the type of music that is sung, and no personal agenda to be promoted. They don't talk about their wife and kids or brag about what ministries they are involved in. They just preach the gospel.
There was one preacher there from Kenya who oversees 7 churches and several different programs and only receives support of $250.00 a month. I would much rather support him than David Jeremiah.
Don't get me wrong. I am not putting down David Jeremiah or his ministry. If one can reach people and allow God to save their souls then they have my support. I'm not disappointed and non supportive of the ministry of David Jeremiah: I'm just disappointed that the opportunity to inspired thousands of Christians was used a a promotional opportunity for his new book.
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Somebodies lying
The firm I have my retirements funds with keeps sending me encouraging e-mails and reports that tell me the economy is improving and its stronger than the public believes and I should be confident and optimistic about my financial future. That sounds nice but every time I check my holdings I have less than I did the day before. In the last month the value of my investments have decreased a thousand dollars (actually a little more than that) and the last several day has shown decreased of over $80.00 per day.
So if the economy is doing good then why are my investments doing bad? Is some one lying to me?
So if the economy is doing good then why are my investments doing bad? Is some one lying to me?
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Vote no instead
I know the election is still a ways off but listening to the negative campaign aids from Thom Tillis
and Kat Hagan got me to thinking about how we are given choices on the ballet. I believe there should be one more choice given.
At present we can vote for no one or we can no vote for anyone but we are not allowed to vote against a particular candidate. I think we should be allowed that option. That way an against vote would cancel out a for vote. A non vote to me just isn't fair because it is just that: a non-vote. One might as well not even care but you do care. Maybe you believe that neither candidate is the correct one for the office. If you can't vote against someone then those voting for hold all the power and that isn't a true democracy. The law is supposed to allow for one person-one vote but to not vote takes away from your authority as a voter.
I was faced with that dilemma one election when I liked neither candidate so I had to not vote for either. That isn't fair. If I believe neither candidate is good then I should have the right to say so. A vote against counts just as much as a vote for. If both candidates receive more votes against than votes for then the parties would have to choose another candidate. Maybe it would make our politicians more responsible: they not only have to prove their opponent isn't as qualified as they are but also have to prove they are worthy.
and Kat Hagan got me to thinking about how we are given choices on the ballet. I believe there should be one more choice given.
At present we can vote for no one or we can no vote for anyone but we are not allowed to vote against a particular candidate. I think we should be allowed that option. That way an against vote would cancel out a for vote. A non vote to me just isn't fair because it is just that: a non-vote. One might as well not even care but you do care. Maybe you believe that neither candidate is the correct one for the office. If you can't vote against someone then those voting for hold all the power and that isn't a true democracy. The law is supposed to allow for one person-one vote but to not vote takes away from your authority as a voter.
I was faced with that dilemma one election when I liked neither candidate so I had to not vote for either. That isn't fair. If I believe neither candidate is good then I should have the right to say so. A vote against counts just as much as a vote for. If both candidates receive more votes against than votes for then the parties would have to choose another candidate. Maybe it would make our politicians more responsible: they not only have to prove their opponent isn't as qualified as they are but also have to prove they are worthy.
Saturday, September 27, 2014
For Sale, Chairs and podium
Actually, one can have the podium. It has a table attached and makes a great pulpit. The big item we have is some chairs. These chairs were made by chairs for less and retail for $38.00 each. They are the beige fabric with the diamond pattern and they are only a tad over a year old. We now have a new sanctuary and use a red chair and we are planning on using the old sanctuary for a fellowship hall and Sunday School bldg. The chairs take up just a little too much room. They are comfortable with 4' cushions. We are asking $25.00 each and there are 40 chairs.
To see what they look like check out the church chairs on church chairs for less .com.
To see what they look like check out the church chairs on church chairs for less .com.
Friday, September 26, 2014
If you obey all the rules you miss all the fun
Kathryn Hepburn gets credit for the headline. Jesus gets credit for saying " he who saves his own life shall lose it but he who loses his life shall save it. Pretty much the opposite of Kathryn Hepburn's philosophy except that one can still follow Jesus and have fun. Jesus said we could have life and have it more abundantly.
I choose to believe Jesus.
I choose to believe Jesus.
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Amens don't change the truth
Just because a person is a church goer doesn't mean they go for the right reasons which, yes folks, make them a hypocrite. But that doesn't bother me so much as for me to quit going to church anymore than it would to go to work with someone who doesn't like our employer. Hypocrites are all over the place. Even some people who call themselves Americans have allegiances that lie elsewhere. We can't not do what we believe is right just because someone else who is doing the same things we are just don't agree. The people who uses hypocrites as an excuse not to go to church are just making an excuse and while holding themselves out to be just a little better than a hypocrite are, in fact, probable not as good. One is a subtle liar and the other is more bold-faced about it but it really doesn't matter as a lie is a lie.
People are people whether in church or at work. Sometimes people have bad habits and at a meeting the boss wants to try and correct bad habits without calling names and embarrassing people by describing the bad behavior and asking that people not act that way. It seems like the worst offenders are the loudest defenders of the request. In other words they are yelling amen when they should be groaning o-me.
Agreeing loudly doesn't change the truth about your past behavior nor does it convince anyone that they are wrong about you. It just makes you look more foolish than you did before.
People are people whether in church or at work. Sometimes people have bad habits and at a meeting the boss wants to try and correct bad habits without calling names and embarrassing people by describing the bad behavior and asking that people not act that way. It seems like the worst offenders are the loudest defenders of the request. In other words they are yelling amen when they should be groaning o-me.
Agreeing loudly doesn't change the truth about your past behavior nor does it convince anyone that they are wrong about you. It just makes you look more foolish than you did before.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
How to discipline children
I adopted my son when he was 2 years old. When he was six I took care of a newborn whose mother was a prostitute and whose father was the husband of her grandmother. I then became a foster parent and had several teenagers to care for. Then my sister-in-law moved in with my wife and I and she had two sons, both preschoolers and then she gave birth to a girl.
My wife wasn't enthusiastic about being a foster parent and she was too involved in her own social life to care much for any of the kids, sad to say, so most of the child rearing duties fell to me. It wasn't always easy but I learned as I went. I was a young military man fresh from one war and ready to do it again when I adopted my son. He was a little bitty fellow and I enjoyed him immensely. But the was a tenderhearted boy and if it didn't come easy for him he just didn't try. For me that was frustrating. I am the type of person that keeps at something until I have mastered it or accomplished my task or goal so it was a little frustrating with him. He was a good kid most of the time and he always showed himself to be a man of his word so there really wasn't any need to use corporal punishment with him. I believe I did a few times but I believe those times were more my shortcomings than his.
The last little girls I raised was a pure pleasure. She was cute, mature, sweet, and knew what she liked and wanted. Of all the children I helped raise she was the one that brought me the greatest joy. Only once did I ever see the child upset. She had a dress that came in two pieces: one piece was a solid white dress that was really frilly and the other piece was sheer and had strawberries drawn on it and was to be worn over the dress. One day she had gotten dressed for church and had decided she wanted to wear that outfit. Her grandmother put the white dress on her put didn't want to bother with the other part. The child wasn't happy and she became upset. Her grandmother started yelling at her and at one point even pulled back her open hand as if to strike the child.
I heard the commotion and asked what was the matter. "I explained to her grandmother that the dress was in two parts and while it could be wore separately, the child felt naked without the dress being complete. She understood and dressed her properly.
I wish I had known how to do with my son what I learned by the time I raised my last child. I learned that each child is different so rules and discipline and play time and all the activities that make up a family have to be different for each child. A parent cannot be a child's friend yet it isn't necessary to be the power broker either. I learned to respect each child for the unique person they were and deal with them from a point of respect for their feelings and their needs. A child looks to a grownup for love, support and guidance and needs our validation. They don't need our harsh words, orders, or impatient demands.
Corporal punishment does have its place. I remember once on a family and friend outing there were several of us playing horseshoes and one boy would wait until someone was ready to toss their shoes to run out in front of them. He thought it funny to disrupt our game. I cautioned the lad three times about the danger and rudeness of his actions but that only seemed to make him more determined. In my last caution to the kid I also included the punishment for not heeding my request. When I swatted his butt he had a shocked look on his face as he had always been allowed to do what he wanted to do, even making fun of his parents, with never a correction. The swat was never intended to hurt but to enforce the seriousness of the situation. Being struck by a thrown horseshoe would have been at the very least painful and it would have been irresponsible of us adults not to take proper steps to prevent injury to the boy.
Corporal punishment must be a tool in successful parenting but one that should be used sparingly if ever. Your main tool should be respect for the child and his opinions, viewing the world through the child's eyes, and recognizing the uniqueness of each individual and dealing with the situation in a rmanner that is best for that particular child.
My wife wasn't enthusiastic about being a foster parent and she was too involved in her own social life to care much for any of the kids, sad to say, so most of the child rearing duties fell to me. It wasn't always easy but I learned as I went. I was a young military man fresh from one war and ready to do it again when I adopted my son. He was a little bitty fellow and I enjoyed him immensely. But the was a tenderhearted boy and if it didn't come easy for him he just didn't try. For me that was frustrating. I am the type of person that keeps at something until I have mastered it or accomplished my task or goal so it was a little frustrating with him. He was a good kid most of the time and he always showed himself to be a man of his word so there really wasn't any need to use corporal punishment with him. I believe I did a few times but I believe those times were more my shortcomings than his.
The last little girls I raised was a pure pleasure. She was cute, mature, sweet, and knew what she liked and wanted. Of all the children I helped raise she was the one that brought me the greatest joy. Only once did I ever see the child upset. She had a dress that came in two pieces: one piece was a solid white dress that was really frilly and the other piece was sheer and had strawberries drawn on it and was to be worn over the dress. One day she had gotten dressed for church and had decided she wanted to wear that outfit. Her grandmother put the white dress on her put didn't want to bother with the other part. The child wasn't happy and she became upset. Her grandmother started yelling at her and at one point even pulled back her open hand as if to strike the child.
I heard the commotion and asked what was the matter. "I explained to her grandmother that the dress was in two parts and while it could be wore separately, the child felt naked without the dress being complete. She understood and dressed her properly.
I wish I had known how to do with my son what I learned by the time I raised my last child. I learned that each child is different so rules and discipline and play time and all the activities that make up a family have to be different for each child. A parent cannot be a child's friend yet it isn't necessary to be the power broker either. I learned to respect each child for the unique person they were and deal with them from a point of respect for their feelings and their needs. A child looks to a grownup for love, support and guidance and needs our validation. They don't need our harsh words, orders, or impatient demands.
Corporal punishment does have its place. I remember once on a family and friend outing there were several of us playing horseshoes and one boy would wait until someone was ready to toss their shoes to run out in front of them. He thought it funny to disrupt our game. I cautioned the lad three times about the danger and rudeness of his actions but that only seemed to make him more determined. In my last caution to the kid I also included the punishment for not heeding my request. When I swatted his butt he had a shocked look on his face as he had always been allowed to do what he wanted to do, even making fun of his parents, with never a correction. The swat was never intended to hurt but to enforce the seriousness of the situation. Being struck by a thrown horseshoe would have been at the very least painful and it would have been irresponsible of us adults not to take proper steps to prevent injury to the boy.
Corporal punishment must be a tool in successful parenting but one that should be used sparingly if ever. Your main tool should be respect for the child and his opinions, viewing the world through the child's eyes, and recognizing the uniqueness of each individual and dealing with the situation in a rmanner that is best for that particular child.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Granny Smith is blooming
I was a little concerned when I found my Granny Smith blooming so I did some research and found it was due to the dry summer with a cool spell followed by a warm wet spell. It makes a tree think spring is here. I am concerned because my Granny Smith is the pollinator for my Fuji trees. My crabapple died and my replacement tree hasn't arrived yet (in the spring).
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
I wish this were true
I just received the following e-mail. I wish there were a kind lady out there willing to donate to the church rather than some evil person trying to take advantage of some poor greedy soul.
I am Mrs. Nicole Maoris , I am a dying woman who have decided to donate what I have to you/churches/ motherless babies/less privileged/widows’ was diagnosed for cancer for about 2 years ago. I have been touched by god to donate from what I have inherited from my late husband to you for good work of god. I have asked god to forgive me and believe he has because he is a merciful god I will be going in for an operation soon.
I decided to will/donate the sum of $ 2.5 million dollars to you for the good work of god, and also to help the motherless and less privilege and also forth assistance of the widows. At the moment I cannot take any telephone calls right now due to the fact that my relatives (that have squandered the funds I gave them for this purpose before) are around me and my health status also. I have adjusted my will and my lawyer is aware.
I wish you all the best and May the good God bless you abundantly, and please use the funds judiciously and always extend the good work to others. As soon you get back to me, I shall give you info on what I need from you then you will contact the bank and tell them I have willed those properties to you by quoting my personal file routing and account information. And I have also notified the bank that I am willing that properties to you for a good, effective and prudent work. I know I don't know you but I have been directed to do this by god.
Yours faithful friend.
Mrs. Nicole Maoris.
Mrs. Nicole Maoris.
5 signs it’s time to look for a new job
This is from an article on Yahoo
1. Boredom
2. Bad relationship with the boss
3. Company struggling
4. company giving you hints
5. great Job Offer
The longest I ever worked at one job was 5 years and the longest I ever stayed at one company was 10. I did get bored easily.
For the most part I've always had the respect of my bosses; even the ones that didn't like me personally, but there have been a time or two when I had to get before I was gotten rid of. Once I was being used as a pawn in a disagreement between the manager and the assistant manager. During one of their arguments my boss asked me how I felt and I told the truth. It made him mad and he knew that in order for him to gain control of the department either his assistant or I had to go and he figured it was easier to get rid of me. When I met with upper management I was granted a transfer.
I've worked for eleven different companies over a fifty year period of time, six of which have been regional leaders or national chains. Seven out of the eleven are no longer in business, two had closed all there operations in my area, and of the remaining two, one was recently sold. All but one seemed to be healthy and growing when I left.
I did find myself in a bad situation once. The company had just purchased another company and I was in charge of converting three of the stores from the former owner to our way of doing business. A woman from a company crew sent to help made a financial transaction that was against company policy and when I reported the incident my job was threatened because the woman happened to be the girlfriend of one of the directors. He did his best to get rid of me but I kept my nose clean and was one of the best at my job. He did however prevent me from getting promoted twice.
I've never had a company seek me how for a potential job but I've never had a problem securing employment when seeking a job. Of course, it has always been my rule never to leave one place of employment before having another job lined up. It's kind of hard to negotiate salary when you don't have one and I'd rather explain why I want to work for a different company than to explain why I'm no longer working for anyone.
1. Boredom
2. Bad relationship with the boss
3. Company struggling
4. company giving you hints
5. great Job Offer
The longest I ever worked at one job was 5 years and the longest I ever stayed at one company was 10. I did get bored easily.
For the most part I've always had the respect of my bosses; even the ones that didn't like me personally, but there have been a time or two when I had to get before I was gotten rid of. Once I was being used as a pawn in a disagreement between the manager and the assistant manager. During one of their arguments my boss asked me how I felt and I told the truth. It made him mad and he knew that in order for him to gain control of the department either his assistant or I had to go and he figured it was easier to get rid of me. When I met with upper management I was granted a transfer.
I've worked for eleven different companies over a fifty year period of time, six of which have been regional leaders or national chains. Seven out of the eleven are no longer in business, two had closed all there operations in my area, and of the remaining two, one was recently sold. All but one seemed to be healthy and growing when I left.
I did find myself in a bad situation once. The company had just purchased another company and I was in charge of converting three of the stores from the former owner to our way of doing business. A woman from a company crew sent to help made a financial transaction that was against company policy and when I reported the incident my job was threatened because the woman happened to be the girlfriend of one of the directors. He did his best to get rid of me but I kept my nose clean and was one of the best at my job. He did however prevent me from getting promoted twice.
I've never had a company seek me how for a potential job but I've never had a problem securing employment when seeking a job. Of course, it has always been my rule never to leave one place of employment before having another job lined up. It's kind of hard to negotiate salary when you don't have one and I'd rather explain why I want to work for a different company than to explain why I'm no longer working for anyone.
Tuesday, September 09, 2014
My last bully
When I was in the ninth grade we had a new kid come into my class near the end of the school year. he was a tall, good-looking blonde guy with an athletic muscular build but he didn't play any sports that I knew of. He took a seat to the right of me and seemed to be rather quiet. One day I got to school early and when I walked into the classroom this kid asked me if I knew what a Charlie Horse was. Before I had a chance to respond he grabbed my left arm and pinched me on the forearm by grabbing skin and muscle between two knuckles. It hurt and my arm swelled up.
The next morning when I got to class he laughed and grabbed my arm again but this time I pulled away from him. He then grabbed me by my shoulders and kneed me in my left thing. Needless to say it hurt so bad I limped for most of the day.
The next day when I got to class he reach he grabbed me by my shoulders again and when I saw him pull his leg back to knee me again I shoved him. He lost his balance and fell backwards through a couple rows of desks. He was embarrassed and that made him mad to be embarrassed. He told me he would be waiting for me behind the gym when I got out of school for the day.
I was hoping he had changed his mind or forgotten about it. I really didn't want to fight him as he was 10 inches taller and probably outweighed me by 40 or 50 pounds and there wasn't an ounce of fat on the kid anywhere. Unfortunately for me I walked home from school and I had to walk past the gym on my way home. There was no way around that route home so I was really hoping he wasn't there. Well not only was he there but he invited lots of people to view my beat down. I tried to ignore hem but after being taunted I knew he would never leave me alone if I backed down plus I would leave myself open to ridicule from some of the other kids. As I walked towards him I handed my school books to a friend and took off my shirt so it wouldn't get ripped and/or soiled.
He stood there waiting for me with his fists clenched and I walked up to him he said something like how he was going to teach me a lesson. Before he could utter another word I hit him as hard as I could aiming for that sweet spot where the nose and eye meet. I believe he was more surprised than hurt and he swung back at me but he only connected with my left shoulder. It felt like he broke it as this guy was incredibly strong.
With guys taller than me I like to take them off their feet as it makes things more even but this dude was just too stout for that move. All I could do was strike out at him as fast as I could in hopes of delaying the inevitable. To my great surprise after the third or fourth time I hit him he started to cry and just turned and walked away.
No we didn't become friends He did move to another part of the room and never spoke to me or bothered me again. neither did anyone else.
I've since learned that there are much better ways to handle problems rather than physically but in the neighborhood I lived in until I was twelve fighting was a way of life. It had nothing to do with getting mad and settling differences but it seems it was just for the sport or fun of it. I learned early on that the one who threw the first blow had the best chance of winning and taking your opponent by surprise up the odds in my favor a lot more. If you were bigger than me, and if you were my age or older than you were, I had to find ways to better my odds. The older I got the bigger difference between me and others became. Fortunately for me I was athletic and wiry and fast and I was never the type of person who gave up. I don't care how much I hurt or how big the disadvantage I was going to keep coming at you until you gave up or some one broke the fight up.
I remember a high school friend of mine named Buddy D. I never knew if his name was really Buddy or if that was just a nickname but we were good friends for the last few years of high school. Even so I was surprised when he said he was going to the same college I was going too. In fact, he said, he wanted to be my roommate.
Well we hadn't been in school but just a few days when Buddy moved out of my room. No explanation; he just moved. Well, a few days later I finished my last class and as I was heading to my room there was some kids playing a pickup game of football. I was asked to join them. To my surprise my high school friend was playing on the opposition. I had been a good runner as I was slim and fast but I could run over a blocker too as I was much stronger than I looked like I should be. I soon became a favorite ball handler on my new team as I ran for a couple of scores and moved the ball for yardage on a couple of other plays. On one play I took the ball and was going to run up the middle and Buddy was the tackler. I was taken by surprise when he threw a roll block on me. I not only took a face full of grass and dirt but a great deal of laughter from my team mates.
A few plays later I again took the ball and ran up the middle and again Buddy was the tackler. He again threw a roll block but this time I just jumped over him and went on to score the touchdown. Well, Buddy got mad and stormed off the field. I never saw the guy again as the next day he put in for a transfer to another college. I never did find out what made him so angry. I would rather him to have just walked up to me and slugged me as to end our friendship without a word. That was the cruelest blow of all.
The next morning when I got to class he laughed and grabbed my arm again but this time I pulled away from him. He then grabbed me by my shoulders and kneed me in my left thing. Needless to say it hurt so bad I limped for most of the day.
The next day when I got to class he reach he grabbed me by my shoulders again and when I saw him pull his leg back to knee me again I shoved him. He lost his balance and fell backwards through a couple rows of desks. He was embarrassed and that made him mad to be embarrassed. He told me he would be waiting for me behind the gym when I got out of school for the day.
I was hoping he had changed his mind or forgotten about it. I really didn't want to fight him as he was 10 inches taller and probably outweighed me by 40 or 50 pounds and there wasn't an ounce of fat on the kid anywhere. Unfortunately for me I walked home from school and I had to walk past the gym on my way home. There was no way around that route home so I was really hoping he wasn't there. Well not only was he there but he invited lots of people to view my beat down. I tried to ignore hem but after being taunted I knew he would never leave me alone if I backed down plus I would leave myself open to ridicule from some of the other kids. As I walked towards him I handed my school books to a friend and took off my shirt so it wouldn't get ripped and/or soiled.
He stood there waiting for me with his fists clenched and I walked up to him he said something like how he was going to teach me a lesson. Before he could utter another word I hit him as hard as I could aiming for that sweet spot where the nose and eye meet. I believe he was more surprised than hurt and he swung back at me but he only connected with my left shoulder. It felt like he broke it as this guy was incredibly strong.
With guys taller than me I like to take them off their feet as it makes things more even but this dude was just too stout for that move. All I could do was strike out at him as fast as I could in hopes of delaying the inevitable. To my great surprise after the third or fourth time I hit him he started to cry and just turned and walked away.
No we didn't become friends He did move to another part of the room and never spoke to me or bothered me again. neither did anyone else.
I've since learned that there are much better ways to handle problems rather than physically but in the neighborhood I lived in until I was twelve fighting was a way of life. It had nothing to do with getting mad and settling differences but it seems it was just for the sport or fun of it. I learned early on that the one who threw the first blow had the best chance of winning and taking your opponent by surprise up the odds in my favor a lot more. If you were bigger than me, and if you were my age or older than you were, I had to find ways to better my odds. The older I got the bigger difference between me and others became. Fortunately for me I was athletic and wiry and fast and I was never the type of person who gave up. I don't care how much I hurt or how big the disadvantage I was going to keep coming at you until you gave up or some one broke the fight up.
I remember a high school friend of mine named Buddy D. I never knew if his name was really Buddy or if that was just a nickname but we were good friends for the last few years of high school. Even so I was surprised when he said he was going to the same college I was going too. In fact, he said, he wanted to be my roommate.
Well we hadn't been in school but just a few days when Buddy moved out of my room. No explanation; he just moved. Well, a few days later I finished my last class and as I was heading to my room there was some kids playing a pickup game of football. I was asked to join them. To my surprise my high school friend was playing on the opposition. I had been a good runner as I was slim and fast but I could run over a blocker too as I was much stronger than I looked like I should be. I soon became a favorite ball handler on my new team as I ran for a couple of scores and moved the ball for yardage on a couple of other plays. On one play I took the ball and was going to run up the middle and Buddy was the tackler. I was taken by surprise when he threw a roll block on me. I not only took a face full of grass and dirt but a great deal of laughter from my team mates.
A few plays later I again took the ball and ran up the middle and again Buddy was the tackler. He again threw a roll block but this time I just jumped over him and went on to score the touchdown. Well, Buddy got mad and stormed off the field. I never saw the guy again as the next day he put in for a transfer to another college. I never did find out what made him so angry. I would rather him to have just walked up to me and slugged me as to end our friendship without a word. That was the cruelest blow of all.
Friday, September 05, 2014
Candid Camera stunt was just wrong
Reminiscent of the show "What would you do" Candid Camera did a stunt involving illegal aliens, one from Mexico and one from England. Each person would stand on the street and ask passerby's to sign a petition allowing them to stay in the USA. The Englishman was dressed nicely in a suit was easy spoken and well dressed. The Mexican was dressed in a corduroy shirt that was unbuttoned, a T-shirt and faded jeans. He looked like an unemployed laborer.
The stunt smelled like a bad political statement rather than a study of human nature. At least "What would you do" would have the two men switch rolls and have a well dressed Mexican and a worker-type Englishman. And to be totally fair, they very well could have done the stunt using the same person in both roles and then repeat the performance using ladies. Then we would have a better idea if there was a racial, ethnic, gender, or cultural bias to peoples reactions.
The fact that this stunt was done in Arizona was neither typical of the locals nor fair to them. Peter Funt should be ashamed for that stunt. it was just wrong.
The stunt smelled like a bad political statement rather than a study of human nature. At least "What would you do" would have the two men switch rolls and have a well dressed Mexican and a worker-type Englishman. And to be totally fair, they very well could have done the stunt using the same person in both roles and then repeat the performance using ladies. Then we would have a better idea if there was a racial, ethnic, gender, or cultural bias to peoples reactions.
The fact that this stunt was done in Arizona was neither typical of the locals nor fair to them. Peter Funt should be ashamed for that stunt. it was just wrong.
Thursday, September 04, 2014
Do Tell
I was the subject in the Thursday, Sept 4, 2014 "Do Tell" forum in the Asheboro courier-Tribune. It seems I hit a nerve with a reader of my column entitled "How to choose a church". I doubt seriously if the writer of that comment reads my blog but if he does I just want to say "Thank You" for reading my column. He said based on my column he would choose any church but mine.
I don't have a church. If he meant he would attend any church but the one I attend then he his
choosing a church for the wrong reason. He called my column a judgmental rant and stayed I had an un-Christ-like attitude. but he failed to point out what was the Christian viewpoint should have been or which statement I made was not biblical. I would be happy to correct any beliefs I have that are in error.
In writing the column I am limited to 600 words so do not have the room to quote scripture for all my points, which are as follows:
1. God is in three persons, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Granted there is no scripture that uses all three terms at once but the three terms are used interchangeably throughout the scriptures. Jesus did state that He and the father were one and God said that Jesus was his son. No where in the scriptures is any other term used for God other than Father, Son, or Holy Ghost.
2. Jesus Christ is God. John 3:16 For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son,
Matthew 3:17 and lo a voice from heaven saying This is my beloved Son. Isaiah 53
3. The Holy Bible is God's word: II Timothy 3:16 All scripture is given by inspiration of God
4 Salvation is by grace; Ephesians 28 For by grace are ye saved through faith and that not of yourselves; it is a gift of God.
5. God created the earth and Adam and Eve. Genesis 1
6 Jesus is the only means of salvation john 14:6 Jesus saith unto him "I am the way, the truth, and the life. No man cometh into the Father but by me.
7. The miracles of the scriptures are real II Timothy 3:16
8. Israel is Gods chosen people Genesis 15:18, 17:6,7
9 Jesus was born of a virgin Isaiah 7:14 There for the Lord himself shall give you a sign; Behold a virgin shall conceive and bear a son and shall call his name Immanuel, Matthew 1:23 Behold a virgin shall be with child
10. Christ shall return, There will be a judgment for all, there are eternal rewards and eternal punishment Revelation Chapter 20, Revelation 2:10, James 1:2, Ii timothy 4:8, I Cor. 9:25, De. 32:22,
II Peter 2:4,
These are not the only scriptures but these should suffice to establish my article as being not only biblical but Christ like St John 1:1 stares :In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God.
I firmly believe that there will be people from many different churches and many different denominations saved and enter into heaven. The point of my article was not that you have to go to my church to be saved but when choosing a church to attend it is best to chose one that base their teachings on God's word. That is neither judgmental nor a rant and to urge one to follow Christ is certainly not un-Christ-like.
Wednesday, September 03, 2014
Cat Tree Bloomed
After snapping their picture on the cat tree, each cat took turns posing for individual shots. None were prompted. I thought it so amazing.
Youth Revival
On the 14th, 15th, and 16th One Way Baptist church is having a youth revival. There will be a different speaker each night. One night there will be a preacher from Georgia, one night Rev. Steve Rowe, head of the fellowship will be speaking and the third night will be a 14 year old preacher from a church near Charlotte.
This will be a great opportunity for the young people to really enjoy a church service and also a great opportunity for the parents to get to know the people at One Way Baptist.
This will be a great opportunity for the young people to really enjoy a church service and also a great opportunity for the parents to get to know the people at One Way Baptist.
Shooting at Randleman Mcdonalds
Shooting at McDonalds
Sunday August 31, 2014 between 5 and 6 pm two customers at the McDonalds in Randleman, NC engaged in angry words. One pulled a weapon and shot the second one. Word has it he was shot in one of his wrists.
I have no other details to report at this time but I do have a word of caution. Randolph County residents are the fourth most heavily armed citizens in the state with 51% of the citizens own firearms. Be careful who you have words with or any type of confrontation.
Sunday, August 31, 2014
You've been washing your fruits and vegetables all wrong
Yep, that's the title of another yahoo article telling us we are stupid, bumbling idiots. Can't wash vegetables, can't cut up a watermelon, and can't even tie my shoes. Well, I'm so old I once sat on Plato's knee so I've lots of experience at doing mundane, common, ordinary tasks and I certainly don't need Yahoo telling me I'm stupid. Most of their writers can't spell or compose proper sentences and the one that wrote this one probably can't even cook. Go away Yahoo and let me wallow in my own stupidity. If I can't wash a vegetable I doubt I can read your article.
What becomes of new beginnings?
I was looking back at photographs taken in March and comparing them to the reality of now and I realized that the march photos showed what promised to be and the now pictures showed what has become of those promises.
In the earlier photos I had just tilled the soil, most fruit trees had no leaves on them and just a few had some blooms. The earth promised a bountiful garden and some fresh fruit at summers end. Some of those promises were fulfilled. I had more than enough jalapeno peppers to eat, can and share with friends, and plenty of squash. My cherry trees had blooms and promised to provide my first fruit.
The reality was tomatoes were plentiful but just didn't want to ripen, there was no fruit on my cherry trees and my pollinator tree died, carrots never grew up, the peach crop was pitiful, and the apple crop was almost as bad. What was good was grapes, cucumbers, cantaloupes, and a bountiful watermelon crop.
Flowers were beautiful this year and my Hibiscus bloomed for the first time. While not all promises were fulfilled it was a good year with plenty to eat and plenty to share.
In the earlier photos I had just tilled the soil, most fruit trees had no leaves on them and just a few had some blooms. The earth promised a bountiful garden and some fresh fruit at summers end. Some of those promises were fulfilled. I had more than enough jalapeno peppers to eat, can and share with friends, and plenty of squash. My cherry trees had blooms and promised to provide my first fruit.
The reality was tomatoes were plentiful but just didn't want to ripen, there was no fruit on my cherry trees and my pollinator tree died, carrots never grew up, the peach crop was pitiful, and the apple crop was almost as bad. What was good was grapes, cucumbers, cantaloupes, and a bountiful watermelon crop.
Flowers were beautiful this year and my Hibiscus bloomed for the first time. While not all promises were fulfilled it was a good year with plenty to eat and plenty to share.
Friday, August 29, 2014
Newspaper article courier-Tribune
My article "How to choose a church" came out in todays paper. I think it was good especially considering I only had an hour to write the paper after an long exhausting trip to see a doctor and then to Hickory to take care of Mom. I got home at 5 and hate to fix something to eat and be at church at 7 so I think I did good to get it written in such a short time frame.
If you want to read it find a copy of Fridays Courier-Tribune.
If you want to read it find a copy of Fridays Courier-Tribune.
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Why do Americans mistrust Police?
I have always been pro police. After all, who can one depend on in time of trouble to help out? Even so there have been times police have done me wrong. One time, in particular, still angers me. I had stopped at an ATM to get the last twenty dollars available to me so I could get something to eat. It was still three days to pay day and money was precious back then. On the way to the store I had to stop behind a line of traffic at a traffic light that had turned red for my lane. I was on Main Street in downtown High Point and the light in question was the one just before Roses heading toward Archdale. Anyway, that's when a strange thing occurred.
A woman was walking up the sidewalk and she raise her hand as if to say hello. I smiled and nodded back at her and to my surprise she opened the passenger door to by truck and hopped in. Her actions left me temporarily stunned and before I could recovery and object to her actions a police car pulled in behind me and turned on his lights. He asked to step out of the truck and then asked me for my license. After I showed them to him he asked for insurance and registration and when I went back to the truck to get them I laid my wallet on my seat. The cop asked me about the woman and I told him what happened.
He asked to see my ID again and when I retrieved my wallet my $20.00 was missing. I told the police officer that the woman must have taken my money while he was talking with me. Sure enough, she had a $20.00 bill on her but instead of giving it back to me he stuck it in his pocket saying "I'm keeping this as evidence."
It was really hard the next several days. I was really hungry by the time payday rolled around.
I once had some money stolen from me and the police refused to help me get it back even though I knew exactly where the thief was. The cop told me they didn't help people recover lost money while the victim was committing a crime. In other words they believed I got ripped off trying to make a drug buy. I have never purchased illegal drugs or any drugs for illegal purposes nor have I ever used any or sold any.
On the other hand a cop stopped me for speeding and he was going to let me go when he thought I was a fellow cop. That wasn't right either for police have no more right to break the law than anyone else does.
One would think that the higher ranking officers would be more honest and trustworthy than the newer members of the police force but I've found the opposite to be true. Some cops love to be bullies and some have learned how to use the privileges of being a cop to their advantage. Policemen are no more hones than the average joe is out there and that's what's really scary.
A woman was walking up the sidewalk and she raise her hand as if to say hello. I smiled and nodded back at her and to my surprise she opened the passenger door to by truck and hopped in. Her actions left me temporarily stunned and before I could recovery and object to her actions a police car pulled in behind me and turned on his lights. He asked to step out of the truck and then asked me for my license. After I showed them to him he asked for insurance and registration and when I went back to the truck to get them I laid my wallet on my seat. The cop asked me about the woman and I told him what happened.
He asked to see my ID again and when I retrieved my wallet my $20.00 was missing. I told the police officer that the woman must have taken my money while he was talking with me. Sure enough, she had a $20.00 bill on her but instead of giving it back to me he stuck it in his pocket saying "I'm keeping this as evidence."
It was really hard the next several days. I was really hungry by the time payday rolled around.
I once had some money stolen from me and the police refused to help me get it back even though I knew exactly where the thief was. The cop told me they didn't help people recover lost money while the victim was committing a crime. In other words they believed I got ripped off trying to make a drug buy. I have never purchased illegal drugs or any drugs for illegal purposes nor have I ever used any or sold any.
On the other hand a cop stopped me for speeding and he was going to let me go when he thought I was a fellow cop. That wasn't right either for police have no more right to break the law than anyone else does.
One would think that the higher ranking officers would be more honest and trustworthy than the newer members of the police force but I've found the opposite to be true. Some cops love to be bullies and some have learned how to use the privileges of being a cop to their advantage. Policemen are no more hones than the average joe is out there and that's what's really scary.
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Friday, August 22, 2014
What if we were all the same?
When I worked for the Huntsville Item back in the day the paper ran an article about a small boy on a bicycle who was struck by a car and died. The paper identified the boy by race referring to him as a young black boy. Probably nothing would have become of it had the boy been black but the parents of the white child sued the paper. The decision was made that unless a persons race was vital to the story it would never be mentioned again.
A white man, unarmed, was shot dead by a black cop but drew nary a headline while Ferguson rages out of control. I wonder if we ever learn the lesson learned by the newspaper I once worked for if racial relations would not improve. If we stop referring to each other as blacks and African Americans and just refer to ourselves as Americans maybe we can begin to see ourselves as one people instead of polar opposites occupying the same space. I am much more likely to help someone who is like me. In other words I am more likely to help a fellow American that I am a black man or a white man.
Apparently bring the two races together in an educational setting has done nothing to bring the two races closer together for we seem to be living in two different cultures. I was taught that America was a melting pot when in actuality it is just a pot of stew with each ingredient clearly distinguishable from each other and all just simmering right below the boiling point. Sometimes, like in Ferguson, the a bubble burst and a tiny bit boils over.
A white man, unarmed, was shot dead by a black cop but drew nary a headline while Ferguson rages out of control. I wonder if we ever learn the lesson learned by the newspaper I once worked for if racial relations would not improve. If we stop referring to each other as blacks and African Americans and just refer to ourselves as Americans maybe we can begin to see ourselves as one people instead of polar opposites occupying the same space. I am much more likely to help someone who is like me. In other words I am more likely to help a fellow American that I am a black man or a white man.
Apparently bring the two races together in an educational setting has done nothing to bring the two races closer together for we seem to be living in two different cultures. I was taught that America was a melting pot when in actuality it is just a pot of stew with each ingredient clearly distinguishable from each other and all just simmering right below the boiling point. Sometimes, like in Ferguson, the a bubble burst and a tiny bit boils over.
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Why did my eectric bill go up?
Beginning in July 2011 and ending in August 2012 we paid $118.00 per month with a $283.00 credit at years end. The next 12 months, ending in August 2013 we paid $103.00 per month with a $187.00 credit an years end and the next 12 months ending this month we paid $100.00 per month and owe $99.98 at years end. Money wise it would seem we paid more this year than last year. Our average daily cost dropped from $3.71 to $3.41 and then rose to $3.45 this year again making one think they have used more power.
What seems upsetting the most is the efforts we have taken to use less. Drying close in the early morning hours when it is cool so as not to overheat the house and make the air conditioner work harder in the simmer and to help warm the home in the cooler months. We upgraded to a dishwasher to use less water and purchased more energy efficient laundry room appliances and a new refrigerator. But the biggy we did was add a cover to our front porch. The front of the house faces the setting sun so it gets bright and hot in the evenings. The front door knob was so hot it would take the skin off ones hand. With the cover to the porch, the front rooms stay cooler and one can actually see the TV screen. The air conditioner actually ran less. Couple that with a slightly cooler summer than last year one would think that ones electric bill would go down.
The first full year we used 1180 kw per month and the second year it was 1018 and the third year it was just 960. So our cost cutting measures have taken effect and are working. So why is our bill higher?
It seems Duke energy raised its rates and has been approved for yet another rate hike. We work hard to save energy and cut costs and Duke works just as hard raising rates to keep things the same.
I knew when I built the porch cover we would never save enough on our power bill to justify the costs. Being able to sit in the living room and gain use of the front porch was worth the costs though. it seems a major victory in todays economy just to be able to keep costs the same.
What seems upsetting the most is the efforts we have taken to use less. Drying close in the early morning hours when it is cool so as not to overheat the house and make the air conditioner work harder in the simmer and to help warm the home in the cooler months. We upgraded to a dishwasher to use less water and purchased more energy efficient laundry room appliances and a new refrigerator. But the biggy we did was add a cover to our front porch. The front of the house faces the setting sun so it gets bright and hot in the evenings. The front door knob was so hot it would take the skin off ones hand. With the cover to the porch, the front rooms stay cooler and one can actually see the TV screen. The air conditioner actually ran less. Couple that with a slightly cooler summer than last year one would think that ones electric bill would go down.
The first full year we used 1180 kw per month and the second year it was 1018 and the third year it was just 960. So our cost cutting measures have taken effect and are working. So why is our bill higher?
It seems Duke energy raised its rates and has been approved for yet another rate hike. We work hard to save energy and cut costs and Duke works just as hard raising rates to keep things the same.
I knew when I built the porch cover we would never save enough on our power bill to justify the costs. Being able to sit in the living room and gain use of the front porch was worth the costs though. it seems a major victory in todays economy just to be able to keep costs the same.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Confused
The first Tuesday of each month is the deacons meeting. Six o'clock every Tuesday is deacons visitation. When I arrived at six to meet the other deacon the preacher was there also and he and the other deacon were hanging a poster.
During the deacons meeting the preacher asked about visitation, when did we want to have it. I told him I have tried to have deacons visitation every Tuesday at 6. He asked me if we had been going and I said no because the other deacon always had an excuse not to go but I had been going anyway with either someone else or my wife. He got mad and said we could not visit during the week, that sometimes work needed to b e done, like hanging the poster, and that took precedence over visitation. He considered my desire to have a deacons visitation night an act of trying to run the church and if I made anymore such decisions he would kick me off the deacon board. he said "we are not going visiting during the week."
I hadn't been happy for almost a year since he seemed to exclude me from events and decisions anyway. I had never missed a service, I mowed the grass each week, I am a faithful thither, giving 15% of my income each month. I have either done or helped in every repair project, have cleaned and painted, and visited people and made the DVD's and wrote the church newsletter, changed the sign, and even cleared the field around the church all at my own expense. The weed eater, the push mower, the riding mower, the leaf blower, the chain saw, and all the small tools and medium size tools used are all mine. I even loaned the church the money to purchase the new building with.
Well, I didn't take kindly to being accused of something that had never entered my mind. All I want is to help build a church by doing what Christians were asked to do. I'm not trying to run things. I have lived a life of service to the church so don't threaten to take my deaconship away. By the pastor's past actions being a deacon is a mute job as I have been relegated to a maintenance man.
Anyway, a week after the deacons meeting I voluntary gave up my deaconship and resigned the board of trustees.
Tonight in his address to the church he talked about leadership and during his message he mentioned visitation and said members of the church should have already visited those on our visitation list. As a deacon I wasn't allowed to visit with the other deacon, couldn't go during the week but now we are supposed to have already gone.
I love it when I get clear signals and guidance on what is supposed to be done.
During the deacons meeting the preacher asked about visitation, when did we want to have it. I told him I have tried to have deacons visitation every Tuesday at 6. He asked me if we had been going and I said no because the other deacon always had an excuse not to go but I had been going anyway with either someone else or my wife. He got mad and said we could not visit during the week, that sometimes work needed to b e done, like hanging the poster, and that took precedence over visitation. He considered my desire to have a deacons visitation night an act of trying to run the church and if I made anymore such decisions he would kick me off the deacon board. he said "we are not going visiting during the week."
I hadn't been happy for almost a year since he seemed to exclude me from events and decisions anyway. I had never missed a service, I mowed the grass each week, I am a faithful thither, giving 15% of my income each month. I have either done or helped in every repair project, have cleaned and painted, and visited people and made the DVD's and wrote the church newsletter, changed the sign, and even cleared the field around the church all at my own expense. The weed eater, the push mower, the riding mower, the leaf blower, the chain saw, and all the small tools and medium size tools used are all mine. I even loaned the church the money to purchase the new building with.
Well, I didn't take kindly to being accused of something that had never entered my mind. All I want is to help build a church by doing what Christians were asked to do. I'm not trying to run things. I have lived a life of service to the church so don't threaten to take my deaconship away. By the pastor's past actions being a deacon is a mute job as I have been relegated to a maintenance man.
Anyway, a week after the deacons meeting I voluntary gave up my deaconship and resigned the board of trustees.
Tonight in his address to the church he talked about leadership and during his message he mentioned visitation and said members of the church should have already visited those on our visitation list. As a deacon I wasn't allowed to visit with the other deacon, couldn't go during the week but now we are supposed to have already gone.
I love it when I get clear signals and guidance on what is supposed to be done.
Finally, success
The original tree was in the field beside my house in Archdale. I took one of the seedlings to Hickory. After I moved to Randleman there were no seedling to bring with me. After three years of failed attempts to grow one from seed I finally succeeded last year to get one to take root. After eighteen months I have my first bloom.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
"How I lost my religion"
The title "How I lost my religion" captured my attention. It was a Huffington Post article and I usually don't read Huffington Post because the page take forever to load but this one looked to intriguing to pass up. The story teller told of attending church and going to Lutheran school and being abused by his father (or step father) and how he prayed for God to delivery him but didn't and how he lost his religion and now doesn't believe there is a God. He quotes some old testament stories
and claims that if what the Israelites did were commands from God then God is evil. Some commenters asked for proof that God is real. One commenter even suggested that Jesus was just a story borrowed from another culture and didn't really exist. For him I suggest he read "The case against Christ" That book was written by an atheists wanting to prove that Jesus either didn't exist or wasn't the Christ.
The truth of Jesus was given in Genesis and is a constant theme from the beginning 'til the end of the Holy Scriptures. But we aren't here to discuss Jesus. We are here to discuss the losing of one's religion.
There is a difference between being religious and having faith in God. There is also a difference in confession and repentance. Going to church, believing in God and Jesus, being baptized, and going to the altar and confessing ones sins are all religious acts but have nothing to do with being a child of God. There is also a big difference between understanding what the bible says and what it means. A lost person can memorize scripture and understand what he reads but that doesn't mean he understands God's word. The mysteries of scripture are hidden from non-believers.
God promises no where that we will have an easy life or our problems will go away if we just believe. In fact scriptures make it clear that the opposite will probably be true. The only prayer of a lost person I know that God answers is the prayer of repentance. No where does the writer mention that he repented; instead he tells of being filled with dread and hate and fear. A true child of God should feel none of those things if they have grown into maturity. Chances are good that the Lutheran minister he asked wasn't a child of God either. many men went into the ministry thinking it was an easy way to make a living or to exercise their religion. Christianity is not a religion. It is a relationship.
Of course thing got better once he quick believing. Nothing stays the same, including human relationships. Sooner or later the boy would grow old enough to move out and move on, the abusive parent would grown tired, sick or old and even die. Was it a coincidence that things got better when he finally quick believing? if there was no God to make it better than there is no God to make it bad.
God has said through the scriptures that He will if we do. In other words, God has laid out the steps necessary for Him to answer prayers (and by the way, sometimes the answer is no, sometimes it's later). god is not a magic genie in the sky that we tell what we want and he fixes it right for us.
The writer of the article is mad at God for not performing the things he wanted done. God doesn't exist just to make the world right for us. To be honest, it's a good thing the man lost his religion because religion has probably sent more people to hell than anything else. We are saved by grace through faith: not by religion.
When the man quit believing in God and started hating God things got better. God could not longer give him comfort and Satan no longer had to bother the child. Not all our troubles are due to Satan. We are, after all, still burdened with our robe of flesh.
Who works harder?
"It’s no secret that dedicated women have to work far, far harder in order to merely approximate the positions and (hopefully) earnings of men in what were once seen as typically male roles".
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This is a common myth perpetrated by women to justify their lower salaries and lack of positions of higher authority over the ages.
I remember working at a drug store when I first got home from Vietnam and I worked with a red headed woman named Kathy who was always spouting off that she was as good as any man She resented the fact that when she was promoted to my former position she was paid less than I had been. Then one day she asked me if I could help her with a task that I had completed by myself numerous times. When I asked her why she needed help she replied "It isn't very ladylike for me to be carrying large objects up and down a ladder."
"Oh," I said, "It's okay to claim gender bias when things are against you but when it's to your advantage to be a female you want to play the gender card."
That made her mad and she completed the work on her own.
I am not saying that there are not women who are deserving of our respect. Many work hard, are very smart, and make good decisions. To give a man a promotion or a raise strictly because they are male is wrong no matter how one looks at it. But to claim a woman has to work harder to be equal with a man isn't fair to the men who have put in the time and effort to get to where they are. Unless you are the bosses child, most people have had to earn their positions. Where the problem lies is that most people tend to progress in their jobs until they reach their level of incompetence. That being true it would give the impression that since most executives have been men and most have risen as far as they can go so are functioning in a job at which they are incompetent that the workers struggling for promotions are being blocked by men so one has to work harder to rise above their bosses inabilities.
Because a woman works harder at something than she really wants too she perceives she has to work harder than her competition. She does, but not because she is a woman. It's because she has competition and it takes hard work to rise to the top. But once she gets as high as she can go, she too will have risen to her level of incompetence.
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This is a common myth perpetrated by women to justify their lower salaries and lack of positions of higher authority over the ages.
I remember working at a drug store when I first got home from Vietnam and I worked with a red headed woman named Kathy who was always spouting off that she was as good as any man She resented the fact that when she was promoted to my former position she was paid less than I had been. Then one day she asked me if I could help her with a task that I had completed by myself numerous times. When I asked her why she needed help she replied "It isn't very ladylike for me to be carrying large objects up and down a ladder."
"Oh," I said, "It's okay to claim gender bias when things are against you but when it's to your advantage to be a female you want to play the gender card."
That made her mad and she completed the work on her own.
I am not saying that there are not women who are deserving of our respect. Many work hard, are very smart, and make good decisions. To give a man a promotion or a raise strictly because they are male is wrong no matter how one looks at it. But to claim a woman has to work harder to be equal with a man isn't fair to the men who have put in the time and effort to get to where they are. Unless you are the bosses child, most people have had to earn their positions. Where the problem lies is that most people tend to progress in their jobs until they reach their level of incompetence. That being true it would give the impression that since most executives have been men and most have risen as far as they can go so are functioning in a job at which they are incompetent that the workers struggling for promotions are being blocked by men so one has to work harder to rise above their bosses inabilities.
Because a woman works harder at something than she really wants too she perceives she has to work harder than her competition. She does, but not because she is a woman. It's because she has competition and it takes hard work to rise to the top. But once she gets as high as she can go, she too will have risen to her level of incompetence.
You are old enough to retire but have no money?
A sad situation many older Americans are finding themselves in today is no savings for retirement. When social security was first conceived of one didn't need money in the bank to retire as one wasn't likely to live long anyway.
Full retirement age was 65 but the average life expectancy was only 67 so a few hundred dollars a month was usually enough to see one through until the end. But Americans are living much longer nowadays and Social Security benefits just don't cover all of our expenses, especially if we want to enjoy retirement and still have enough to pay medical expenses which will increase as we get older.
I have two brothers. One made an above average living, was conservative with his expenses and now has enough money to live anyway he chooses now that he is fully retired yet he and his wife still work, mainly for something to do. My older brother also made a good living, owned a nice home and had all the big toys: a John Deer tractor, a new pickup truck every year or so (I'm talking the big boys with all the bells and whistles ), fast cars, and a large family that never seemed to be able to stand on their own feet financially without help from Daddy.
When one of his sons recently died, Daddy had to pay for the funeral. Even now he drives a Camaro, the one with the big V-8 and enough horses to create a stampede and lives in a 2,000 square foot home. Even though he makes a salary most of us can only dream about he is just a couple of months shy of 70 and has zero in the bank.
I am the one that really needs to work as the best I ever did money wise was to make enough to keep me out of poverty. I retired first and give all my free time to working around the house in the yard or doing things for other people, especially the church I attend. In fact this week I purchased a DVD for an older lady who could not come to hear a special signing we had at the church, I gave a young man who is struggling financially to get back on his feet two belts, a toaster oven and a DVD player, a family with six children a pop corn popper, and another young man, who has absolutely nothing but the clothes on his back, a stove.
My wife and I have everything we need to make us happy: a nice house, two playful cats that keep us entertained, two vehicles in good working condition, a few friends, and a purpose in life. We have some in savings and as bad as the economy is we can still take a little out each month and still increase the amount we have in the bank each month.
I don't want to work to keep from being bored nor do I want to work to keep from being broke. I have a sense of purpose in life and a little money saved so I can fulfill that purpose.
Full retirement age was 65 but the average life expectancy was only 67 so a few hundred dollars a month was usually enough to see one through until the end. But Americans are living much longer nowadays and Social Security benefits just don't cover all of our expenses, especially if we want to enjoy retirement and still have enough to pay medical expenses which will increase as we get older.
I have two brothers. One made an above average living, was conservative with his expenses and now has enough money to live anyway he chooses now that he is fully retired yet he and his wife still work, mainly for something to do. My older brother also made a good living, owned a nice home and had all the big toys: a John Deer tractor, a new pickup truck every year or so (I'm talking the big boys with all the bells and whistles ), fast cars, and a large family that never seemed to be able to stand on their own feet financially without help from Daddy.
When one of his sons recently died, Daddy had to pay for the funeral. Even now he drives a Camaro, the one with the big V-8 and enough horses to create a stampede and lives in a 2,000 square foot home. Even though he makes a salary most of us can only dream about he is just a couple of months shy of 70 and has zero in the bank.
I am the one that really needs to work as the best I ever did money wise was to make enough to keep me out of poverty. I retired first and give all my free time to working around the house in the yard or doing things for other people, especially the church I attend. In fact this week I purchased a DVD for an older lady who could not come to hear a special signing we had at the church, I gave a young man who is struggling financially to get back on his feet two belts, a toaster oven and a DVD player, a family with six children a pop corn popper, and another young man, who has absolutely nothing but the clothes on his back, a stove.
My wife and I have everything we need to make us happy: a nice house, two playful cats that keep us entertained, two vehicles in good working condition, a few friends, and a purpose in life. We have some in savings and as bad as the economy is we can still take a little out each month and still increase the amount we have in the bank each month.
I don't want to work to keep from being bored nor do I want to work to keep from being broke. I have a sense of purpose in life and a little money saved so I can fulfill that purpose.
Sunday, August 17, 2014
It's hard to lose a friend
In the sixties I played baseball in school and in the summer leagues and in the out law leagues once organized ball was over. Steve Sisk was a barrel chested left hander who played fullback in football and averaged 10 yards per carry and was a superstar on the pitchers mound. Gary Abernathy played basketball on a team that lost one game in four years and pitched a perfect game in Babe Ruth league. Charlie Edwards was quarterback for the state champion football team the year before I graduated.
After high school I only saw Steve Sisk once. It was around 1974 or 75 and he was in a ball uniform playing on a softball team. About ten years later he was dead. He had a heart attack while in his car. Charlie was the next to go a few years ago and Gary died today.
Sure makes me value my life even more. I miss them, especially Gary.
After high school I only saw Steve Sisk once. It was around 1974 or 75 and he was in a ball uniform playing on a softball team. About ten years later he was dead. He had a heart attack while in his car. Charlie was the next to go a few years ago and Gary died today.
Sure makes me value my life even more. I miss them, especially Gary.
Friday, August 15, 2014
blogging is tougher now
Unless one has a highly specialized blog with information that is difficult to gleam elsewhere or a topical blog of interest to a wide variety of people, it is getting harder to attract readers, There are plenty of bloggers, many things to catch one's interest, and a general lack of desire to read the written word. I believe most folks prefer the talking head and even then only if its entertaining them.
Judging my comments in other articles, many people have a hard time making themselves appear intelligent, many can't spell and fewer still can put together a complete paragraph. In fact most comments today are bitter one liners very often with little or no relationship to the article the writer was commenting on and definitely not adding to anyone's understanding of the subject at hand.
Judging my comments in other articles, many people have a hard time making themselves appear intelligent, many can't spell and fewer still can put together a complete paragraph. In fact most comments today are bitter one liners very often with little or no relationship to the article the writer was commenting on and definitely not adding to anyone's understanding of the subject at hand.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Jebao PU-36W
My Jebao UV clarifier came today and the installation was easy. What exactly is a Jebao PU-36W UV clarifier? you ask. I'm glad you did.
What that does not have an outlet or water that moves into an outlet at a very slow pace will most likely turn green. This is green algae. Standing water in birdbaths often turn dark brown, That too is algae but is brown algae and can be toxic to animals. Green algae prevents one from seeing their fish in a fish pond and fish pond enthusiast like me spend a lot of money trying to prevent algae mostly with little or no success. A UV clarifier is a device that treats water with UV light which kill the algae but in large ponds getting one big enough to do the job is cost prohibited to most folks, myself included.
I did have a really nice pump I purchased at Lowes in 2012 that had a small (4 watt) lamp and it cleared my water fairly well and kept it reasonably clear. the water was always tinted green but it was clear enough to enjoy my fish. I had a second pump that I used to run a water feature but I disconnected it because debris would always clog the feature and it was a lot of work trying to keep it clear enough to use.
Well, my pump with the clarifier quit working a few weeks after the season started. The second best way to keep a pond clear is with a too large pump and a good filtration system, which again can be extremely costly. Again $300.00 to $400.00 for a plastic box with a few spiny balls and a piece or two of foam seems ridiculous. Unfortunately it is a necessary evil.
The only filter I could find for my pump had to be installed after the water entered the pump which is one of the reasons I believe my pump burned out faster than it really should have. I did have a filter for my smaller pump. That pump was strong enough to circulate the water but did not have a clarifier nor was the filter adequate enough to clear the water. The model pump that I had been using had been discontinued. I could have purchased a similar pump with the same gph capacity for around the same price but without the clarifier. I couldn't afford to buy a pump and a UV clarifier separately
I was searching for a solution to my problem when I came across a deal on a Jebao PU-36W clarifier for less than $80.00 and it came with rave reviews. I ordered the unit and it was an easy install. A unit this size normally sells for $300 to $400.00 and will treat 8,000 gallons of water. An adequate pump sells for at least $150.oo and a filter for around $350.00. One is talking at least $800.00.
Since my pond is only around 1200 gallons I believe my small pump will pull through enough water that the UV clarifier will kill the algae in a matter of a few days.
What that does not have an outlet or water that moves into an outlet at a very slow pace will most likely turn green. This is green algae. Standing water in birdbaths often turn dark brown, That too is algae but is brown algae and can be toxic to animals. Green algae prevents one from seeing their fish in a fish pond and fish pond enthusiast like me spend a lot of money trying to prevent algae mostly with little or no success. A UV clarifier is a device that treats water with UV light which kill the algae but in large ponds getting one big enough to do the job is cost prohibited to most folks, myself included.
I did have a really nice pump I purchased at Lowes in 2012 that had a small (4 watt) lamp and it cleared my water fairly well and kept it reasonably clear. the water was always tinted green but it was clear enough to enjoy my fish. I had a second pump that I used to run a water feature but I disconnected it because debris would always clog the feature and it was a lot of work trying to keep it clear enough to use.
Well, my pump with the clarifier quit working a few weeks after the season started. The second best way to keep a pond clear is with a too large pump and a good filtration system, which again can be extremely costly. Again $300.00 to $400.00 for a plastic box with a few spiny balls and a piece or two of foam seems ridiculous. Unfortunately it is a necessary evil.
The only filter I could find for my pump had to be installed after the water entered the pump which is one of the reasons I believe my pump burned out faster than it really should have. I did have a filter for my smaller pump. That pump was strong enough to circulate the water but did not have a clarifier nor was the filter adequate enough to clear the water. The model pump that I had been using had been discontinued. I could have purchased a similar pump with the same gph capacity for around the same price but without the clarifier. I couldn't afford to buy a pump and a UV clarifier separately
I was searching for a solution to my problem when I came across a deal on a Jebao PU-36W clarifier for less than $80.00 and it came with rave reviews. I ordered the unit and it was an easy install. A unit this size normally sells for $300 to $400.00 and will treat 8,000 gallons of water. An adequate pump sells for at least $150.oo and a filter for around $350.00. One is talking at least $800.00.
Since my pond is only around 1200 gallons I believe my small pump will pull through enough water that the UV clarifier will kill the algae in a matter of a few days.
Another example:
You’re paying off debt wrong is the latest title of an article telling me what I'm doing wrong. So far I've cut my watermelon wrong, cooked my steak wrong, ties my shoes wrong, and I'm sure I've done many more things wrong according to the writers for Yahoo. Maybe the way I do things is different but that doesn't make the things I do wrong.
I usually don't read those articles and I didn't read the one above either. I have no debts so I guess I did something right. Of course I still get bills like utility bills, car insurance bills, taxes, etc. One can never be truly debt free and I still need to buy things like groceries, gas, and to replace an occasional item I've grown tired of or that has worn out.
I've been tying my shoes ever since that day my Dad said I had to or I couldn't go with him and so far my shoes have stayed on my feet. The last steak I cooked was the most delicious steak I've ever eaten, and my method of cutting watermelon gets the job done. Lord I cut enough of them since a grow watermelons.
Have you ever read an article on how to "cook the perfect" (insert food item here)? Occasional someone will comment that they tried the recipe and it was delicious but almost every commenter will tell you what is wrong with the article's recipe or what they do different. it seems that some tasks are as individual as peoples tastes are.
There are usually more than one way to do things and some ways may be easier, more efficient, or faster than others and some foods may taste a little better if cooked or prepared in a slightly different manner but in most cases nothing tastes nearly as good as the original did. That first of anything is what we have to compare all subsequent results with.
As far as paying debts, one must not only consider the interest rate, the time frame, and the amount of the debt but the importance of the debt too. Two debts can be of equal amounts for the same length of time at just about the same interest rate but if one is a credit card and the other is a secured debt it is almost always a better idea to concentrate on the secured debt first. But, as with everything else, it all depends.
I usually don't read those articles and I didn't read the one above either. I have no debts so I guess I did something right. Of course I still get bills like utility bills, car insurance bills, taxes, etc. One can never be truly debt free and I still need to buy things like groceries, gas, and to replace an occasional item I've grown tired of or that has worn out.
I've been tying my shoes ever since that day my Dad said I had to or I couldn't go with him and so far my shoes have stayed on my feet. The last steak I cooked was the most delicious steak I've ever eaten, and my method of cutting watermelon gets the job done. Lord I cut enough of them since a grow watermelons.
Have you ever read an article on how to "cook the perfect" (insert food item here)? Occasional someone will comment that they tried the recipe and it was delicious but almost every commenter will tell you what is wrong with the article's recipe or what they do different. it seems that some tasks are as individual as peoples tastes are.
There are usually more than one way to do things and some ways may be easier, more efficient, or faster than others and some foods may taste a little better if cooked or prepared in a slightly different manner but in most cases nothing tastes nearly as good as the original did. That first of anything is what we have to compare all subsequent results with.
As far as paying debts, one must not only consider the interest rate, the time frame, and the amount of the debt but the importance of the debt too. Two debts can be of equal amounts for the same length of time at just about the same interest rate but if one is a credit card and the other is a secured debt it is almost always a better idea to concentrate on the secured debt first. But, as with everything else, it all depends.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Fire Ants For Sale
Not really but if you want some I have plenty. I've spent a fortune on poison but it only seems I'm chasing them around the yard. They seem to be worse in late spring and late summer. Anyone have a solution to getting rid of these things once and for all.
What happened?
I haven't had a good crop of cucumbers since I moved to Randleman proper until this year. I set out six plants and have been furnished with the best cucumbers there are all summer. Oh, and watermelons and cantaloupes have been fantastic. I have had fresh watermelon everyday for the past six weeks. I just cut one that weighed 28.6 pounds and it was just as sweet and juicy as watermelons in your dreams. It may have been the last one of the original vines but there are still a dozen growing, one looks to be about a 10 pounder.
Squash has done very well this year. with only two plants I've grown enough to furnish my needs as well as that of my friends and a few neighbors. I had a bumper crop of beets, enough to share with many others, and everyone brags about how delicious my melons have been. More often than not, my wife will have one consumed a minute or two after she gets it peeled, and moaning in delight as she eats.
But what in the world happened to the tomatoes? In 2012, 2011, and 2010, it has been so hot and dry that tomato crops have been small and perished early and last year there was no garden at all because the seeds rotted in the ground from all the rain and plants turned yellow and died because they could not suck any nutrients from the soil. I was delighted when my tomato vines grew tall with a healthy color of green and plenty of fruit set. The tomatoes I picked in June were a good size and looked really nice but were a little bitter with little flavor. Fruit continued to grow but just didn't want to ripen. Some are finally beginning to get some color but they are like the first one: no flavor and somewhat bitter. It isn't the variety because I planted 8 different kinds, including a heirloom and two yellow varieties. All are the same.
It's just not mine. The plants are the church are good size with plenty of fruit but there has not been a red tomato in a month. My Moms plants seem to be stunted but filled with round green fruit.
There have only been two tomatoes that tasted like what one spends all winter dreaming about. I have waited two years for a good home grown tomato. It looks as if I'll have to wait for at least one more.
Sunday, August 10, 2014
The next Chapter
Wednesday my wife and I attended another church . The service was pleasant and the building was attractive and the preacher taught and he was interesting and knowledgeable and seemed to be doctrinally sound. We sat down near the front and the two ladies in front of us greeted us and the song leader did as well. Altogether about eight people plus the pastor stopped by our pew to say hello out of around 65 or 70 people that were there.
Just before the preacher began his lesson he had the congregation sing "Amazing Grace" and instructed the people to greet others. I suppose twenty or more people stopped by, After church the preacher said everyone shake 5 hands on your way out". I think two people came by and we had already shook hands with them twice.
No one asked our names or showed any genuine interest in us. I think if you are really glad I came you would speak to me before the service started and may be look me up after the service to chat with me for a few minutes but no one really did that. If you can't shake my hand on your own I wish you wouldn't bother just because the preacher told you too. it's no genuine and being phony doesn't make me want to be around you.
The preacher called me Thursday and Friday, after much prayer, I decided to remain at One Way Baptist Church but to resign as deacon and trustee. It felt a little strange but it is good to be back home.
Just before the preacher began his lesson he had the congregation sing "Amazing Grace" and instructed the people to greet others. I suppose twenty or more people stopped by, After church the preacher said everyone shake 5 hands on your way out". I think two people came by and we had already shook hands with them twice.
No one asked our names or showed any genuine interest in us. I think if you are really glad I came you would speak to me before the service started and may be look me up after the service to chat with me for a few minutes but no one really did that. If you can't shake my hand on your own I wish you wouldn't bother just because the preacher told you too. it's no genuine and being phony doesn't make me want to be around you.
The preacher called me Thursday and Friday, after much prayer, I decided to remain at One Way Baptist Church but to resign as deacon and trustee. It felt a little strange but it is good to be back home.
Saturday, August 09, 2014
ISIS Threatens America: ‘We Will Raise The Flag Of Allah In The White House’
They may very well indeed raise the flag of allah in the White House but most likely it will be from the failure of the USA because of the economy and not any a violent taken from the Muslim world. With the shape of the US economy and the policies in place chances are very high that the US government will fail and it will be a quiet but painful take over.
Poorly written headlines
It amazes me that college educated people trained in journalism could write such crazy headlines. Sometimes headlines make little sense until one reads the story mainly because of lack of punctuation to clear up meanings and emphasis. But sometimes headlines are written is such a way as to be so obviously bad to all except the writer. Such is one I came across a few minutes ago on Yahoo.
This is shocking: a dead person dies. How in the world could that happen? How can a person die twice? The scriptures and medical science agree that it is appointed unto men once to die. I know many people claim to have died on the operating table and were brought back to life. They may be in one sense dead but the reality was they didn't actually die. I know that Tom Brady, who was shot 33 years ago by John Hinkley, just died of his wounds and his death is considered a murder , I doubt his killer will be charged with that crime any more than a person who committed an act of violence against another who "died" on the operating table and was revived would ever be charged with murder. Can you image sitting of a jury where the murder victim was one of the witnesses?
Seriously, if you're dead you're dead. Dead people cannot die at a later time.
I understand the headline writer was trying to convey to us that a mother of three from Philly was injured in a carjacking and later died of her injuries. Would not it have been better to actually say that instead of giving the impression that a dead woman died again?
Mother of 3 kids killed in Philly carjacking dies
This is shocking: a dead person dies. How in the world could that happen? How can a person die twice? The scriptures and medical science agree that it is appointed unto men once to die. I know many people claim to have died on the operating table and were brought back to life. They may be in one sense dead but the reality was they didn't actually die. I know that Tom Brady, who was shot 33 years ago by John Hinkley, just died of his wounds and his death is considered a murder , I doubt his killer will be charged with that crime any more than a person who committed an act of violence against another who "died" on the operating table and was revived would ever be charged with murder. Can you image sitting of a jury where the murder victim was one of the witnesses?
Seriously, if you're dead you're dead. Dead people cannot die at a later time.
I understand the headline writer was trying to convey to us that a mother of three from Philly was injured in a carjacking and later died of her injuries. Would not it have been better to actually say that instead of giving the impression that a dead woman died again?
Wednesday, August 06, 2014
ready for the next chapter
I have been agonizing over whether to leave or stay at One Way Baptist Church for almost a year now. I love the church and have worked hard to make the building and grounds presentable, to teach the best Sunday School class I could teach, and to make each and every person feel welcomed. Many churches have a part of their service where the congregants are supposed to mingle and greet one another but I was never in favor of that. Don't shake my hand and say "welcome, glad you came' only when instructed too. To me, that reeks of insincerity. if you are really glad I came then greet me with a smile and a hardy hello when I come in and stop by to see me at the end of the service to chat a minute afterwards. That is one of the things I brought to One Way Baptist and people are always saying they can really feel the love in that church. After the service has ended people often hang around and talk for the longest while, especially after the evening service, because they really care about each other. That is something that most churches don't have,
Another thing I introduced at One Way Baptist is the nine o'clock prayer. Everyone at the church is supposed to pray a nine o'clock each night and that has done wonders for the church. One Way grew from seven members left in a dying church to around thirty five and a new building in just a few years time. Prayer does indeed change things.
Working at the church and for the church has been almost like a full time job but one I absolutely loved doing. So why would I consider leaving an institution and a people that I dearly love and have worked so hard for, especially since I financed their new building. One would think I would really want to stay and make sure the church succeeded. Well, that part really doesn't matter and if you really want to know why ask me and I'll explain.
When I first started going to the church there were two ladies who loved the church but because of health issues were not able to attend. I purchased a video camera and faithfully made and delivered DVD's at my own expense for them. Then people were wanting me to videotape funerals and services they missed and to make extra copies for them to take home and share and the pastor wanted a copy for his records and then a woman wanted me to make a copy of this Sunday's signing for her and was upset when I said no. What I was did out of love was becoming an expectation and even a hindrance to the church.
When I first came I asked to mow the grass and when the weather turned too cold to mow I worked on clearing the lot that was littered with dead trees and overgrown with weeds and briars. I purchased a mower for the church and then later I purchased a riding mower that I used as well as a weed eater and a chain saw. Then one day a man asked the preacher to tell me to come mow his lawn because he didn't want to take the time. I mow the church lawn every Friday and have done so for four years. This past Friday someone got upset because I mowed the grass the day before the carnival "because someone may track grass into the church." What I once did out of love for my church became an expectation and the a hindrance .
The pastor lives in Thomasville and does not receive a salary although he is allotted a gas allowance of $150.00 a month. The church has never been able to establish and maintain a viable visitation program. We once did it on Wednesday night because we didn't have enough members to hold service but it seemed like a long time between Sundays. Then we changed it to every other Saturday but no one every came so then we changed it to the Saturday after men's prayer breakfast but that so fell by the wayside as some men had jobs to go to, some say they forgot, and others made other plans.
Then the church finally decided to make Thursday night visitation night but no one every showed up for that. As the original deacon, I made the decision when we added a second deacon that we would visit the membership on Tuesday night. Thursday would still be the church visitation or Saturday, whatever would be finally decided on. But then we started on the building so the other deacon busied himself with that and when that was over he conveniently forgot so I finally drafted my wife to go visiting with me.
At our monthly deacons meeting the pastor wanted to discuss a visitation program (I think he was feeling the pressure from me to get a viable program started). I mentioned that the deacon visitation night was Tuesdays at six but since the other deacon had not been available to go in several months I go every Tuesday with my wife. He informed me that deacons did not run the church, that hanging posters and other maintenance jobs around the church were more important than visitation, and I was forbidden to go visiting during the week.
I disagree with the pastor. The bible never said we were to build buildings or hang posters but the bible does tell us to go. It is the common held belief that the only reason Christians are left of earth after becoming a Christian is to seek out those who are lost. If my pastor is going to accuse me of up surging his authority and to remove me as a deacon if I didn't get in line and just do whatever he tells me to do then he has become a hindrance to the work of Christ.
Another thing I introduced at One Way Baptist is the nine o'clock prayer. Everyone at the church is supposed to pray a nine o'clock each night and that has done wonders for the church. One Way grew from seven members left in a dying church to around thirty five and a new building in just a few years time. Prayer does indeed change things.
Working at the church and for the church has been almost like a full time job but one I absolutely loved doing. So why would I consider leaving an institution and a people that I dearly love and have worked so hard for, especially since I financed their new building. One would think I would really want to stay and make sure the church succeeded. Well, that part really doesn't matter and if you really want to know why ask me and I'll explain.
When I first started going to the church there were two ladies who loved the church but because of health issues were not able to attend. I purchased a video camera and faithfully made and delivered DVD's at my own expense for them. Then people were wanting me to videotape funerals and services they missed and to make extra copies for them to take home and share and the pastor wanted a copy for his records and then a woman wanted me to make a copy of this Sunday's signing for her and was upset when I said no. What I was did out of love was becoming an expectation and even a hindrance to the church.
When I first came I asked to mow the grass and when the weather turned too cold to mow I worked on clearing the lot that was littered with dead trees and overgrown with weeds and briars. I purchased a mower for the church and then later I purchased a riding mower that I used as well as a weed eater and a chain saw. Then one day a man asked the preacher to tell me to come mow his lawn because he didn't want to take the time. I mow the church lawn every Friday and have done so for four years. This past Friday someone got upset because I mowed the grass the day before the carnival "because someone may track grass into the church." What I once did out of love for my church became an expectation and the a hindrance .
The pastor lives in Thomasville and does not receive a salary although he is allotted a gas allowance of $150.00 a month. The church has never been able to establish and maintain a viable visitation program. We once did it on Wednesday night because we didn't have enough members to hold service but it seemed like a long time between Sundays. Then we changed it to every other Saturday but no one every came so then we changed it to the Saturday after men's prayer breakfast but that so fell by the wayside as some men had jobs to go to, some say they forgot, and others made other plans.
Then the church finally decided to make Thursday night visitation night but no one every showed up for that. As the original deacon, I made the decision when we added a second deacon that we would visit the membership on Tuesday night. Thursday would still be the church visitation or Saturday, whatever would be finally decided on. But then we started on the building so the other deacon busied himself with that and when that was over he conveniently forgot so I finally drafted my wife to go visiting with me.
At our monthly deacons meeting the pastor wanted to discuss a visitation program (I think he was feeling the pressure from me to get a viable program started). I mentioned that the deacon visitation night was Tuesdays at six but since the other deacon had not been available to go in several months I go every Tuesday with my wife. He informed me that deacons did not run the church, that hanging posters and other maintenance jobs around the church were more important than visitation, and I was forbidden to go visiting during the week.
I disagree with the pastor. The bible never said we were to build buildings or hang posters but the bible does tell us to go. It is the common held belief that the only reason Christians are left of earth after becoming a Christian is to seek out those who are lost. If my pastor is going to accuse me of up surging his authority and to remove me as a deacon if I didn't get in line and just do whatever he tells me to do then he has become a hindrance to the work of Christ.
Tuesday, August 05, 2014
You're doing that wrong and other nonsense
I have noticed an increase in articles telling me I'm doing something wrong. There was one that said . "you're tying your shoes wrong" Last week there was the "You're cutting your watermelon wrong" and today there was one about baking chocolate chip cookies.
I'm sorry if you have a different way of tying your shoes than I do. I tie them so the bow stays tied and my shoes stay on my feet. Is that okay with you? Mr. wise guy. I don't want watermelon popsicles. I like mine cut into neat little squares and placed in a plastic container so I can have a bowl full whenever I want. I want the rinds tossed out into the compost pile. I don't want to sit down to watch TV, enjoy a fruity snack, and then have to deal with a bunch of small squares of watermelon rind.
As far as chocolate chip cookies go, I buy some at the store and pop a couple in the microwave for a couple of seconds and have a perfectly warm delicious snack. Now exactly is your method better?
I'm sorry if you have a different way of tying your shoes than I do. I tie them so the bow stays tied and my shoes stay on my feet. Is that okay with you? Mr. wise guy. I don't want watermelon popsicles. I like mine cut into neat little squares and placed in a plastic container so I can have a bowl full whenever I want. I want the rinds tossed out into the compost pile. I don't want to sit down to watch TV, enjoy a fruity snack, and then have to deal with a bunch of small squares of watermelon rind.
As far as chocolate chip cookies go, I buy some at the store and pop a couple in the microwave for a couple of seconds and have a perfectly warm delicious snack. Now exactly is your method better?
Control freaks
Me and control freaks are like a bad marriage: and I seem to be eternally stuck in one. I prefer to work with people that encourage others to show some initiative but it seems like I am always paired with people who claim they want you to be innovative but when you are they get mad because you did something without getting their approval first. It just makes me want to just do nothing.
Saturday, August 02, 2014
What Robots Can't do
I just read an article that was an attempt at humor by describing what robots can't do and that got me to thinking about the subject in a more seriously. Robots can assembly your car, mow your grass, vacuum your floor, and perform precision movements including performing delicate operations on a person. For the most part robots are designed to do the jobs of labor intension work: in other words, take the place of people doing menial jobs.
A robot can vacuum but can't dust or at least not yet. I'm sure in time one will be designed that can. But I can't think of any job that is really important that a robot can perform on its own. That is not to say that maids or general labor jobs aren't important because they are. There is honor in all work. What I meant by my statement was robots can't make decisions. of course they can compare data and make a choice based on preprogramed criterion but a robot can't make an informed decision. There is one other thing that robots can't do. Robots can't feel. One cannot program emotions.
A robot can vacuum but can't dust or at least not yet. I'm sure in time one will be designed that can. But I can't think of any job that is really important that a robot can perform on its own. That is not to say that maids or general labor jobs aren't important because they are. There is honor in all work. What I meant by my statement was robots can't make decisions. of course they can compare data and make a choice based on preprogramed criterion but a robot can't make an informed decision. There is one other thing that robots can't do. Robots can't feel. One cannot program emotions.
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