I can't let this day pass without at least mentioning that it is Friday, the 13th. Most times, Friday the 13th comes on a different day than a Friday. For instance, Friday the 13th comes on a Sunday during December this year. It is just good to know. Now you know.
The news is on TV now. I have given up watching the news. What can the news possibly do to make my life any better? It is all depressing. I've heard that it is good to be informed. At 80 yrs, why? I do drop in on the weather man now and then. Knowing if a tornado is descending upon your head - now, that might be somewhat valuable. Rarely do we have to watch out for the blizzards or hurricanes around here. Tornadoes, well, sure.
The news in Dallas starts at 4:00 and goes till 6:30. Two and a half hours of the same stuff in repetition This will make me seem what of a psycho, but I don't trust the news to be accurate. They lie. They try to be sensational. It is all depressing. My AOL website has a news system. They are so pro-democrat that nothing they say makes true sense. I do have a theory. They are prejudiced in order to get people to argue about the news on their website. Somehow, they make money off the number of people who argue. Worthless. Depressing. Not for me.
Moving on to a happier note: Today I mowed my leaves for a third time. We have so many leaves in the backyard that I consider it unsafe for my short legged dachshunds. Snakes have not gone away from the neighborhood yet. Not cold enough. Snakes could be hidden under any gathering of leaves.
Pause: Gathering of Leaves. I like that expression. It would be a great title of a book if you could somehow associate leaves with people or children or band members. Shall we work on it?
Back to the mowing. I set the mower on a level 3 - cover the outlet hole - and mow. The leaves are destroyed by the machine. Nothing is left but tiny leaf bits which begin to mush away with the first watering. I looked up in my trees. This will not be the last of my mowing. You'd hope that the mower could be stashed in hiding come November. Not in Texas. Snow in the mountains - grass in central Texas.
It is now 5:37. NBC news is on the TV - in the other room. Don't care. Not gonna do that.
Our local 1st Methodist church has a nice young preacher guy - Stephen Bell. He announced that he is moving to Shreveport. This is probably good for him since that area is where he was raised. Stephen was a great choice for this church when he came here about 5 ?? years ago. The church was in a turmoil over preachers. Their long time preacher had been moved up to DFW "over-night" somewhere and another guy sent here.
The locals were mad. It was done in haste. The new guy was not liked by several influential people. I had been appointed to the staff relations committee that previous year and was in the thick of it. I could write quite a lot about that stupid time. I believe the church bigwig people laid for the guy to run him off. Now, that was Christian of them? I thought his sermons were excellent - he had the soul of a teacher. And, he taught in his sermons. Long story short: New guy left in the middle of the season (run off) and was replaced by a temp who had previously retired - The temp was a good con man and preacher - that is - he knew how to smultz the irrational people. I really liked the new temp guy. Talented.
After an appropriate amount of time, Stephen was moved here. It was a good move. The church settled down. He is/was good at working with people and the community. Money started rolling back in; people returned to church. Certain positive changes were made. I do hope his replacement is well received. I am off that committee. Don't want back on. "Rather" watch NBC news. And life in Corsicana moves forward.
Wish that I had a funny story to leave you with. (bad English, but factual). Maybe next time I will discuss the books that I have just finished reading. I think that I like Miss Marple.
Time for supper. Leftovers, my favorite.