At first glance my thought was gez Louise, can’t we cut Jane some slack and just get over it. There seems to be such contradiction in all the messages, and are we listening to our Boss?
Add to that the truck was parked outside a local church food pantry, so the driver was either in line or serving the line.
At least he has an opinion and perhaps is working on change. As we all should be…monos en theos…jim
Having moved from Southwest Texas to North Central Texas, we really went from one extreme to another. We moved almost as far from one corner of the state to the other. From the Rio to the Red.
One of the pleasures has been the actual slow approach of fall. We seem to really have a fall. Well. as much as one could expect in Texas. Southwest Texas always seemed like to shift from hot to a week or two of comfortable coolness and then wham, a “blue norther” would blow in and every leaf went from green to dead.
I am relaxing with the slowness of North Central Texas. We are closer to East Texas and people just move at a slower pace. I have a theory that it has a little to do with how mother nature moves. I think the people, like the leaves, grow to reflect that movement.
So, I am enjoying the slowness of the coming of Winter and getting to rest in the reassurance of slow change. Green to red is much nicer than green to dead. I trust that it works with humans as well as leaves!
None the less, I am getting the fireplace ready for use…†…monos en theos…jim
We have yet to have any really cold or fall like weather, yet the leaves seem to know it is time for change.
I can say it. I can feel it. I can listen to Sam Cooke tell me that “A change goin’ to come”. But, why is it so hard. I sometimes wish I could adapt to my surroundings and change like the leaves.
Yet despite the want and the know, I cling to what I am. I most often feel that I don’t quite fit in. Not from the lack of trying. I feel like a river that has been dammed.
“You don’t have to fear change. What you need to fear is things remaining the same. When that happens, life has stopped.” Melody Beattie
monos en theos…†…jim
The greens are losing their grip
Softness fading to crisp
Forecast of coolness
Green becomes gold
and yet a freshness prevails
A change going come, embrace it!…monos en theos…†…jim
Just think, today I can try to explain to my granddaughter about “yesterday”, that when we needed to make a phone call we used to go into these glass booths that were almost everywhere (except when you really needed one). You then had to drop in a dime and put your finger in this dial that had numbers on it and you turned it. Yes, kind of like “Wheel of Fortune” game.
In forty years or so, she will have the same conversation with her child or grandchild, explaining how we used to get mail in a box that was in front of your house. And to send mail, you had to hand write it, put it in an envelope and then attach this thing called a stamp to it. This person called a mailman would then come by your house, take the letter and some how three to four days later the letter magically arrived to whomever you had sent it to.
and let’s not even get started on explaining “pony express” !
Change, fight it or go with it, cause it will come. monos en theos ††† jim
What appears to be the end of the road may simply be a bend in the road.
So many changes a coming, just have to take it one twist at a time. en theos monos ††† jim