Sins

The seven deadly sins were codified as 

1. Pride

2. Greed

3. Lust

4. Envy

5. Gluttony

6. Wrath

7. Sloth

Commonly Christians are focused most on “lust’ which I think distracts from the ‘greater’ sin of ‘Pride” and the other sins like “Sloth’ and “Envy”, Greed , and Gluttony so prevalent in Church and society.  

In Paradise Lost, Milton describes Satan, the first angel as have excessive pride and preferring to look at his own shadow than turn to face God and lose himself in the light.  Marx, Engels Lenin, Mao , Castro are all the proudest of men.  The Theist says I ‘believe’ there is a God and the Agnostic says “I don’t know if there is a god” but the aetheist is the proudest insisting there is ‘no God’.  So today in the politics of our land with the infiltration of communism into every aspect of Canadian Government and a hundred more churches burnt down, Carney denying chaplains in the military. 

When Moses asked thee Burning Bush what is your name, God replied Yahweh. “I am that is who I am.”  The being or fabric of existence is God, the creator, and Jesus is his son. Immanuel means ‘God within’ Christ means God will come again.

Carney the PM of Canada has said that Muslims culture is Canadian Culture and King Charles has since his great mother’s death been promoting Islam with his role as head of the Christian church seemingly displaced by his celebration of Islam.  His son is talking more of Allah than the Trinitarian god.  All of the Middle East and Indonesia were Christian and other religions like Hinduism and Buddhism until the Religion of Peace waged the most barbaric wars genociding Armenians and only being pushed by by Godfrey in the Crusades, Cyd in Spain and John II Sobieski at the Battle of Venice. 1683. Now like a Trojan Horse invasion boatloads of military age men swarm Europe and account for an inordinate number of rapes and a troubling leniency by the courts. 

Pride.  Mohammed did not wash the feet of his servants but was worse of a tyrant than Marx and Mao and quite unsavourty.

Hitler supported the neo pagan aims of his Third Reich.  

None of these were Christian.  The anxiety tribal religion of the Old Testament, Judaism, is primal but even the most primitive of writings are not in the league with the teaching of the Koran.  Jesus, a Jew, taught love and that God was a loving God. 

He said give until Ceaesar what is Caesar’s.  His domain was spiritual while the domain of Mohamed and the famous aetheists was solely material , much the same as the pagan gods.  

I can’t teletransport or fly without a machine. That alone makes me humble . I can not be the creator. I’m not God. Perhaps I’m delusions and all creation is an illusion of my mind. I’m a corrector with God but I’m not God.  These others have a terrific pride by comparison.  I heard scientists in the future told God they could make life and were about to blow spirit into a handful of dirt when God said “get your own dirt’.

Envy - Thomas Sowel the great philosopher of today

Dams Ford, Langley and the Thor

I’m discombobulated. I had the appointment booked for today but thought it was afternoon. Fortunately phoned at 8 and found out it was 830 but I didn’t make it till 920.  Fastest breakdown and travel yet.

I look forward to travelling but these in city service trips are challenging. I’m anxious and sleep poorly during the night. Long highway drives are relaxing but short city drives are stressful.  Still I’m pleased to be here and know the Thor is in the shop getting the HVAC for engine installed. I’ll have warm feet going south and cool in the driver’s compartment when I’m south. I leave second week of December only 6 weeks from now.

Just had breakfast at the Corner Cafe next door. Lovely Korean family.

It was a slog coming back after being away.  The week before leaving and weak coming back to work for a physician have always been a deluge. I actually attended at thee clinic and maitntained work getting the laundry done, attending my meetings.  I’ll have to do a trip to the storage locker to remove all hunting supplies for going south. I’ve given Traveland the dimensions of the outdoor fridge so they can replace it with a freezer that I’ll be able to fill with venison. I can take venison south with the information from the butcher and my license  He and I have apts for grooming. Now that I’m over hunting, though I’m tempted to go out again, I could get my nails done. I’m feeling effeminate after the heavy lifting of hunting.  

I’ve lost 5 lbs and feel better but must increase my exercise and diet more.  It’s a slog.

My leg from the dog scratches hasn’t heeled yet. It’s improved and it’s clearly healing thanks to doxycycline. Then I had a sore throat and thought I was coming down with tetanus.  I catastrophize. But I feel quite overwhelmed with my schedule and the demands. I move from one task to another thankfully rather efficiently but don’t get anything done after dinner.  I watch tv. These days it’s Blue Bloods .  

Autumn weather has been love with only few days of rain. The Salmon are running.  The deer are likely in rut with the cool weather in the country. I’m using the heaters to save on propane. Propane came yesterday and I was pleased .  

I’ve been praying and meditating but not so much time sitting meditation.  Since being back I’ve been restless but as I get through the errands I feel I can return to the good routines I had before the hunting trip. The hiking was a great addition with increased exercise and weight loss. I must continue.  Adell tells me she’s playing pickle ball and seeing her doctor regularly. I still think of a sex change and a new personna. I like the anonymity of cross dressing. Not much difference between an old guy and an old lady but I’d like to wear a long skirt out rather than pants. I’ve enjoy moccasins.  I love my new puffy MEC jacket.  I like the terms au drab and au femme and remember how I enjoyed ‘dress up’ and ‘costumes ‘ in my years in theater.  We joke and say that a man who looks at your shoes and knows the desighener is mostl likely gay . I like looking at women’s face and breasts and think Sidney Sweeney is today’s Marilyn.  I feel the challenges of being male have passed and today I’d like to enjoy the more relaxed feminine role with self care and manicures. I could have a manicure.  

I’m very blessed. Thank you God for Madigan. Thank you for this life. Thank you for my health. Thank you for Laura and family and friends and colleagues and patietns.  Thank you for my Thor and Excalibur Hitch and Jeep Wrangler.  Thank you for this weekend. Thank you for the autumn and the sunshine.  

Burnaby - Journal - Thank God It’s Thursday

I am grateful for another day.  It’s the last day of work in my schedule. As usual for a doctor when I go away I’m inundated with demands when I come back.  The same is for the week before leaving.

I’m still recovering from the dog attack last week. It as a more serious scratch and then when I was worried it wasn’t responding to topical fucidin it responded to oral Doxycycline. Then I began to think of tetanus and how long ago I had my last shot but I’ve had them since childhood.  I had a sore throat then which likely came from talking and perhaps candida but responded to additional of zythomaxx.  I slept well last night.

It was the men’s meeting and Mark took a 7 year cake.  I enjoyed seeing George, Jack, Terry and Larry.  I showed pictures of the deer I shot and had casual community conversations with others.  I liked being back and miss my home group when I’m not there George wants a letter to assist getting a grant for Burnaby Fellowship.  I felt the pressure but now it’s in motion and I’ll be able to complete it on the weekend perhaps with Terry’s help.

I’ enjoying the pub casts of transsexuals and have patients in transition.  It’s been years since dancing days I’vee loved costuming and fabrics and fashion. I’m following several models on Facebook and so enjoying Sidney Sweeney entertainment

At night I’m continuing to watch Blue Blood and Cold Case which Laura likes when she’s over. I think Blue Bloods is a morality lesson and philosophical reminder of the challenges.  It’s catholic and Boston Blue is a spin off with Baptists and Jews.  Rabbi’s and Ministers.  All educational training.

I’v e been walking Madigan and not liking the increasing cold in the morning. It warms by noon but I’m really looking forward to heading south to Palm Sprikng. I don’t like cold and the rain and gloom hasn’t even begun yet. The days are shorter.

I’ve been talking to Adell and she’s continuing to work on Hay Bay and hope for a sale.  She’s seen places in Ottawa she’d like. The great neice is growing and sitting uup and standing. Idon’t think sh’es walking yet. The Great Nephews are doing well in school.  I learn of the daily advances in the Signal big family page.

I’m waiting for Traveland Mobile to replace my outside refridgerator with a little freezer then I can drive to Chilliwack and bring back the venison Victor picked up from the butcher and is keeping in his freezers. I’m loooking forward to venison stews and stocking the freezer with Tupperware meals. I’ll be taking it south with the tag and butcher . I drive the Thor to Damn’s for the HVAC repair and parts the final preparation for heading south. 

It’s a grey day but we had sunshine and blue sky yesterday. I’m still financially solvent paying my debts but may have to delay on a new I phone and i Watch.  I’m pleased that my Epson Printer continues to function.

I was in the clinic this week.  I must make it to the mail today and pick up laundry.  So many errands and lists. I need to get air in my Jeep tired.  Also Propane arrives today,  I’ve been enjoying showers but have two electric heaters on low and an electric blanket to save on propane use which is the most costly heat.  

Thank you Jesus.  Thank you God. 

Journal -Burnaby

Laura left in a taxi this morning. Madigan is quiet again grieving the departure of his friend.  He’s due for grooming this week

I’ve just got off the phone to Traveland Mobile service asking them to replace my outside refridgerator with a freezer for the venison. Victor called saying the Butcher had it ready and he picked it up and put it in the freezer.  

I’m glad to be back in Burnaby.  The weather had turned cold in Princeton and I really don’t care for cold now. Back here the nights are chilly but the day is warm. I’ve propane coming on Thursday and will be glad to be over the serious rationing concern.  The electric heat is working fine but having propane is comforting because I can get stove, and hot water and heat with the propane.  Back ups and back ups.  The air conditioning works off the electric.

I emptied the black and grey tanks before returning and am due to empty these again this week when I stow and pull in slides and jacks to take the Thor to Dam’s Ford.

I was talking with Peter who traded in his Tiffany for a Newport at Traveland. Madigan was delighted to visit with Eva and Luka .  

I’m in the clinic tomorrow and have a men’s meeting this Wednesday and WDIR meeting this Sunday.  I feel it’s busy but that’s just me.  I just learned that I don’t need winterization fall service as I’d done all the service in the spring. Henry is doing the winterization of my Camper in Chilliwack.  

It’s a bright day.  Blue sky.

Work calls.  

Today is voting day so I’ll go at noon.  

It’s a fast day today.  

I’m returning to my routines.  Laura’s doing laundry this week coming so we won’t see her for a couple of weeks.  Madigan and I will settle in.  A dog scratched my leg at the little dog park when I bicycled Madigan there Saturday. I’ve done the iodine then Fucidin and today took a doxycycline.  It’s healing slowly.  I’m consciously having positive thoughts and hope that tomorrow or next day it will be really clearing up.  It’s just a little sore and I tend to catstrophize if I don’t resist the negative things. I’m already a peg leg pirate with parrot and eye patch.

I was glad to get my laundry done and a whole new supply of tshirts and underwear.  

I;m grateful for this blessings.  It was a joy to have Laura over for a couple of weeks. Great work hiking and getting 15000 steps. Now I’ve got to get more pedometers steps in the city.  I’m not gaining weight and hoping to lose more weight to be healthier.  I’m convinced it will help my back and overall health.

I’m looking toward to the Palm Springs trip. Adventure. Road Trip.  Getting b ack from Princeton was a joy. I learned from Peter that they’d had a shimmy coming off the I5 in Sacramento.  I’m pleased with knowing what it is and how to handle it and mostly avoid it.

I am blessed.

Thank you God for Laura and Madigan. Thank you for the Thor and Exc alibur Hitch and Jeep Wrangrler. Thank you for BC RV and the Tikky poo laundry and M&Es pizza a nd Traveland.

Thank you Jesus.

Journal - Princeton Autumn

Another lovely autumn day in Princeton BC.  So enjoying the view of the view with the leaves changing on the trees.  

I’m resting on my laurels still from shooting deer and gettting it out and to butcher with help of Kamal and Victor.  Every once in a while through the day I remember the shot and reflect on the meat being processed and that I’ll have venison barbecue and stew through the winter. I realized that there’s another little fridge on Thor so I’ll have room for the deer in that. I believe it will stay freezing or I could replace it with a little similar sized freezer. They’re about $300.  I’ll decide when I pick up the meat from the butcher hopefully next week.

I talked to Henry and asked him to winterize the camper. I believe I’ll pick up what I need and ensure it’s stowed so there’s no attraction to mice.  I may be able to do that on the same trip. Next Friday I have the motorhome in Dam’s having the Hvacs done so will be pleased with heat and a/c for the driver’s compartment.  

It took me several days to physically recover from the shooting and hauling deer.  I had to take Robaxin for sleep for a couple of nights but am back to ibuprofen in the morning. 

I’ve confirmed Madigan has his vaccinations for going south and has an appointment booked for grooming.  I will get the American travel form in the next couple of weeks for him. I just confirmed my Belairdirect Travel Insurance for the 90 days I’ll be out of country. I leave Dec. 11 2026. 

I’ve worked the last couple of days and have an afternoon of work to complete today before I’m off again. In the morning we leave. I called E&H Hitch and discussed the wobble I experienced for a few minutes coming down the last steep #3 section and breaking to quickly.  I’ve read Grok and looked at various sites and was reassured that it really was most likely due to the speak and braking and not anything intrinsic to the systems.  I decided to take the longer way home going north through Merrit then down the Coquahalla 4 lane freeway because it was so easy last month when I travelled home on that. I’m a bit anxious about the steep 2 lane winding mountain road. There was even snow in Manning Park.  Tomorrow weather forecast for Coquahalla is good with sunshine and no snow or major winds

All is well.

Thank you God . Thank you Jesus.

Thanksgiving Harvest: Princeton Mule Deer

I am so grateful tonight.  I have been gifted the life of a buck by the great Creator.

I’d hiked all morning, saw some deer and shot at grouse.  Then I’d developed a slow air leak but made it to Princeton Kal Tire just as the tire became flat. Such helpful service.  They’d had a tire my size but I’d had to leave the car and call a taxi to take Madigan and I and my two rifles to the near by camp grounds.  A few hours later they called to say I could pick up the Jeep.  I bicycled there with the power assisted Trek and just loaded it on the rack when I arrived. Great job.  They’d swapped out the spare and put the new tire as the new spare. 

“Thanks so much,” I said. “ I’ll still be able to make the evening hunt.” 

Then I just planned to drive a mountain trail hoping for another grouse or a rabbit.  I drove slowly around a turn maybe 20 km/hour. There were two big deer. I couldn’t tell if one had horns.  I was out of the Jeep Wrangerlert, having shut off the engine and pulled on the emergency brake.  I was loading 30:06 Nozzler Partition bullets into my Ruger stainless steel rifle seeing where the deer had run down into the recently logged valley.  I had the 3 power scope on the two deer, confirmed one was a doe but the further out one was uncertain. I twisted the scope to 9 power and sure enough.  Antlers! Two points.  A harvest buck.  Using the car hood as a rest I eased the trigger as the buck was just about to bound away.  Their habit of looking back to see who or what was following them had been all it took.  The rifle sounded, blasted really.  The buck fell.  It was down and I didn’t need another shot.  I headed down the valley through the debris and stood there beside the magnificent beast. My shot had landed just inches forwardd of the heart as he was turning to flee as I shot.  He was dead but I fired another round behind the ear into the brain just to be sure. 

It was another incredible moment looking at the culmination of days of hunting and several years since I’d last shot big game. 

My little black and white cockapoo, Madigan had followed me out of the car and now stood keeping his distance looking at this great animals dead.  He was quite in awe of the huge deer , to him, and us the hunters. I was primordial. So much energy and gratitude.

I remembered to take a picture with my Apple I phone then proceed with the field dressing., There was only an hour of light. The work had begun.  Despite all the rush of success that carried me along I was not up to the task of dragging the carcass across the debris the 150 yards back to the Jeep.  I got the first fifty yards done but with night coming on and fear of twisting an ankle and back strain already I didn’t believe I dcould make it. 

I struggled  back to the Jeep and  brought an axe and rope back. It didn’t reach so I halved the deer with my knife using the axe to chop through the spine.  I could drag the hind quarters further but the chest and head were too heavy. I was fading fast with the light and already dependent on headlamps and electric langer.,  I severed the head at the neck then  quartered the hind. My legs were shaking and my chest was heaving with the effort as I  stumbling in the dark over the spree and logs and uncertain ground.  I had a hind quarter and a chest to get back up to the Jeep.  

That’s when the miracle occurred.  

A great grizzly bear of a man stopped his truck.

“You shot a buck?” He asked.

“Yes.”  I was standing looking very worn out beside the Jeep. 

“Would you like a hand?” He asked.

“I surely would,” I said fearing I’d have a heart attack getting the chest and quarter hind out. I’d thought I’d cut away the ribs because I didn’t think I could make an other trip.

Then this angel was heading down to the my lantern telling me to stay and hold the light.  

“I’ll take it from here.’ He said.,

And sure enough to walked down the ravine across the spree and picked up the one quarter with one hand  throwing it over his shoulder and dragging the chest with the other hand like they were a couple of small bags of groceries. Paul Bunyan indeed.  He got half way back brought in the quarter and went back for the front. 

His beautiful black wife was holding the other light. 

“Let’s get these all in the vehicle.”

I had bought a ready body bag on Amazon to keep the Jeep interior as clean as possible and he noticed. This is a body bag.  

“Yea’

Laid on in the interior we put all the parts in there so no blood drained into the interior.

I had the head and horns in the largest green garbage bag.  I put that on the passenger seat floor.

We were standing there, the three of us and a the little dog. I was in awe of this great young man so generous.  

“Can I offer you anything?” I asked

“No,” he said giving me a great hug. “You earned it.’.  

“I’m Kemal and this is Gloria.What is your name?”

“Bill,” I said.

“Will,” he said.

“Bill.”  

“Are you okay to get down the mountain.”  

“Yes, thank you. I really can’t say how much I appreciate the help. It was amazing.”

“You earned it.” He said and then they were gone.

I picked up my leather cowboy hat and climbed into the Jeep.  New to me this Jeep had out performed. I drove down the mountain forest service road slowly.  Very slowly.  At last a I made it to the paved part. I put the safety on the rifle and took the Jeep out of 4WD for the rest of the journey back to town.

It was a glorious night driving down that winding mountain with high beams through the spruce and pine forest. I had my windows down and the scent of pine was strong despite me being covered in deer blood and having profusely sweated with the work I’d done after I shot the buck.  

Back at camp I was still excited. Madigan ran to tell Laura. She came out to see the head an horns.  I changed out of my bloody clothes putting them in a bag separate from the hamper. Even my jacket had blood on it and my sleeve was red like the knees of my jeans.  My back loved the hot water of the shower and I stopped quivering. 

I phoned Victor.  I couldn’t hang the meat because there was no where to hang the quarters at the camp grounds. With Laura and Madigan I’ve been glamping in the Thor Hurricane.

My military vet extraurodianry hunting guide would know what to do. I was all out of energy and ideas.

“ Well done,” He said. “Sumacs Meats. Take it to them in the morning and they’re take care of everything.  Even take the skin off for a few extra dollars.” 

“I ll take you for breakfast.”  I said.

“I’ll be here.”  

I’d have an hour or two drive in the morning. It was only an hour or two away.  I went out to the Jeep and moved the head out of the passenger seat. I lowered the windows a litttle and made sure the body bag was open.  I took the heart and liver back inside.

Cleaned up the heart and most of the liver went into the freezer.

Laura had gone to bed but I stayed up to put oil and chopped onion in a pan. I cubed the liver and fried it up with the garlic and onion.

So delicious!!! Incredible. Incredible.

Madigan shared a piece and was equally enthusiastic.  A great hunt. A marvellous bound.

Thank you God! 

I was home. I was alive. I was exhausted. God had sent me his angel to help an old man.   I climbed into bed Laura had warmed with Madigan joining us. I was feeling such gratitude and peace. But the vibration had quieted and I hoped to get some sleep. My body sunk into the mattress and my mind followed in time. I was still reliving the excitement and the shot.  Another deer at Thanksgiving.  

Thank you deer. Thank you God!

Addendum

I drove the 2 hour from Princeton to Chilliwack through a snow storm at the top of Sunday Summit. I was pleased to see Victor We’d planned to take the deer to Sumas Butcher’s only to learn they were full up for the week Victor found another Chilliwack butchered who could take the meat because of a cancellation Lots of lucky hunters this year.  We had to skin the dear quarters first. Victor did the lion’s share of that but refused to accept any compensation just glad to help.  Such a mensch. Then a couple of older guys were lifting the two hind quarters and chest back into the Jeep and driving them to the butcher.  He was great and once we’d filed all the license and species and harvest location glad to say he’d have the venison ready in a week maybe 2.  What a boon!  I had to drive the 2 hours back to Princeton and Laura and Madigan but might be able to collect the meat on the way home next week or return to Chilliwack and have lunch with Victor another day.  Thank you Higher Power. 

Princeton: Madigan, Laura and I, Glamping and Hunting and working

Each trip in my Thor Hurricane Class A Motorhome is an expedition for me.  Towing the Jeep Wrangler with the DevCon Excalibur hitch is another challenge.  The week before I was to leave I found I’ll lost a part of the hitch which thankfully E&H Hitch Langley had a spare for.  There’s so many moving parts. I keep saying that I need a check list like a pilot has and will eventually get one. By that time I might not need it as I’m getting the routine down.  I have already done this for my Sailing Vessel Giri Departures.  There’s no weighing of the anchor but there’s still stowing.  Then bringing in the slide and lowering the jacks.  Finally I disconnect the seweer, water electricity and stow the Starlink dish.

Laura arrived on the Thursday.  Madigan is ecstatic when she joins us. His other favourite person.  A very good dog week indeed as Peter and Larry returned with their Tiffany Allegro and Madigan’s girlfriend Eva and her sister Luca.  

The trip to Princeton had the one challenge I fore saw. That was coming down the steep mountain side and yes. The jeep shimmied as I did at one point teaching me I even have to go slower. The air alarm sounded once and I just had to put on the ceiling fan and open the window to clear the stale air. I don’t know what causes that but it happens after an hour driving when I’m doing over a hundred. I’m mostly aiming for 80 to 90 km.  Laura was good company, someone to talk with and the miles/kilometers flew by.  

I’d worried about getting into the Princeton Campground but it’s much bigger than I remembered with no difficulties whatsoever.  We’ve been here many times in the last 25 years motorcycle camping and pulling littler trailers, and last with the F350 and Adventurer Camper. The trouble then was I was pulling a trailer with the Honda Rancher quad.  There as a place to disconnect the Jeep and the Thor drove easily into a lovely riverside site with a terrific peaceful view.

I was actually out hunting that evening driving about and getting my first ruffed grouse.  Laura loves Princeton and gambling in the Thor.  The next day Saturday I was up at 6 am and away at 7 with the sun coming up. I’m always singing ‘sun’s coming up and I ‘m riding with Lady Luck’ when I ‘m driving at dawn. Beautiful time of the day.  I’d made thermos of coffee and Madigan was excited in the passenger seat.  Marvellous blue sky wealthier, the rain’s and cold not here year. Just fresh autum weather with fir and pine scented air and mountain logging roads. This is my first time hunting in the mountains and the Jeep is perfect I’d liked it in the Merritt cattle’s country back roads. Here it was even more a delight. I’d been using a quad for several years and it was a please to see the Jeep could do just about everything a quad could do.  Madigan like being up front in the cushioned seat rather than outside behind me in his box on the quad.  He’s a comfort dog.

I’ve my Ruger 30:06 stainless steel rifle for big game. It’s over 30 years old now and still a wonderful firearm. I’m enjoying the Chaippa 20 gu/22 L.combo rifle.  The 20 guage has been the one getting grouse with  7 1/2 shell.  I enjoyed target practicing with the 22 and maybe will try for rabbit with it but the 20 guage head shot is a no brainer no miss. I’m pleased.  A grouse or two a day in the freezer.  

Saturday morning I started late so I could attend my MD2 doctors meeting enjoying listening.  I’m working two a half days a week while on this workcation. Usually I work four days a week so had a Monday and Friday day off.

Each day I see the deer in the town.  I joke and say they get reservations a head during hunting season.  I met a nice young man at a side of the road stop to put safeties on rifles and stow them. He joked that he read about a guy who put out corn in the field with a sign. “This corn is for birds.  Any deer eating it will be shot.”  There were a lot of hunters out this weekend.  He said the mucipality should be putting out traffic signs and lights for the hunter population.  

Getting out hiking in the morning is the first win for me. I’m enjoying my pedometer that tells me I’ve had three days over 10,000 steps, the highest 16 thousand.  My body hurts at the end of the day and I sleep well with robaxin and aspirin.  Madigan loves these hikes, following behind me on the way out then let free to range ahead on the way out. 

When  I shot the grouse he runs ahead and pounced on the bird killing it if it wasn’t already dead.  One grouse had fallen down the ravine so he was kind enough to go down and fetch it back up to the road. I’ve seen deer and had the scope on 3 of 6 I saw in the fields. Unfortunately none had horns but it was a very exciting morning.  I also delighted when I found moose camp with its horrible third world outhouse that was a life saver. I had to go but was having trouble squatting with the tired legs and knees so really appreciated the toilet seat even if I had to scour it with wet ones before I sat down.  Stuff of nightmares but glorious relief.  

Each day is memorable.  Laura and I watch tv at night, mostly Cold Case or Blue Bloods. We did enjoy the first of the new season Marshall’s a spin off from the great Yellowstone series.  Laura reads inside or outside on the lawn chair. The weather has been that warm.  I’ve barbecued steaks when I return.  It’s all very pleasant.  Early to bed and up before dawn. Great dreams. One I was playing with a baby elephant while her mother slept. In another I was trying to get Obama to listen to Trump. I thought that amusing, me as a peacemaker but I’d been reading the story of the war in North Africa and the meeting of Churchill and Roosevelt.  Extraordinary discussions of where to focus troop concentrations, Mediterranean , Pacific, English Chanel. Stalin couldn’t join them in Casablanca because the Stalingrad battle was full on.  An Army at Dawn by Atkinson.  So there it was popping into my unconscious.  Good dreams and so peaceful out here away from the city.

Thank you Jesus. Thank you God. Thank you Holy Spirit!!!