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Showing posts with label laments. Show all posts
Showing posts with label laments. Show all posts

Thursday, December 25, 2014

calender Dec 25


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Knowing my mom, you probably wouldn't be surprised that after buying a new 32 inch Smart TV and ordering an upgrade from her basic cable to find out she refused the gift.  Not only did she refuse it, but got very upset and angry with us for buying it and insisted it be returned.  She states she is very happy with the TV she had and thought that the total idea of conversing with others over Skype was not what she wanted and she didn't want anyone to talk with her in that way.  She really didn't want to see anyone unless that meant they physically came to see her,  In my culture, I was insulted, as one usually accepts gifts and if it is something you don't want you accept and thank that person and proceed to gift it to someone who will appreciate.  So, she was angry we should spend "that :kind of money" so we are taking it back,  She did state she needed some towels.  So I am to go find that and they must be unique enough so they don't get mixed up in the laundry and mysteriously disappear like other items seem to.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Rain, rain, rain ... glorius or inglorius, still rain, yes, muck. At our house, here in the central valley of California, the rain has brought us April flowers in March. We've postponed working on the taxes and really should get going on that and call Mom, go shopping for food, etc. Perplexed with the news of us sending in anti-aircraft missles into Tripoli last night. In the event of tragedies like Japan, I'd rather see our resources, men and women who serve to be at the scene of natural disasters. Be there pulling that nation together, instead of having to deal with angry and impatient ones who play games with the lives of their own countrymen. Pray they see the colors of blood and leave that field to play inside. Draw those voices inside to find the wisdom that we need to go where no rain will fall, where children are blessings, clung to as saviours of the world we actually valued once.