Supplied With Viagra

With it being another Sunday morning, my first duty after arrival at office, was to get my contemplative prayer session completed before I allowed any more annoying distractions to pollute my mind before entering my darkened little corner. It was another spiritually refreshing episode, and by the time I walked out, all the troubling thoughts of this past week had fully vanished.

I think much of the reason why so many people in these times have become so brittle when in contact with others, is because they’ve allowed all those evil thoughts to remain attached to them, and only because they haven’t been taught how to dispel them. Of course there are those who know they can, but have made choices not to, and likely because they want the world to view them as victims. Self-imposed misery is something many wear as some sort of badge where it’s another way for them to shout, “Look at me!” I dare say I crossed paths with a very many of those mindsets, and in spite of my attempts to encourage their ridding themselves of such ideas, most times I’ve been rudely chastised. As forgiving as I try to be, it usually takes a maximum of three such dressings-down, and then after, I’m completely out of the picture, and nearly always in the end, I’m the bad guy for trying to guide them out of their self-imposed miseries. Over these long years of dealing with the general public, I’ve found that if there’s one family member who’s a misery-lover, there’s usually more. I wouldn’t be quick to judge the parents, because it’s likely a learned behavior between siblings. We all know how younger children learn good and bad things from the older ones.

Several days ago while in conversation with a gentleman who was talking about the problems his sister is having with her two boys, I couldn’t help asking the age differences, along with how much his sister thought the older brother was having a bad effect on the younger one, and of course it was confirmed that she believes her once angel youngest, is now picking up dirty habits from his older brother whom he now is trying to emulate. After hearing how many problems the older one is already causing, I couldn’t help telling him that his sister’s going to have her hands full as they grow older. For whatever reason, I can’t ever remember a time when I wanted to be like any of my siblings. Perhaps it was just a stoke of luck I didn’t have any desires to follow another family member’s life-path.

For whatever reason, I didn’t do so well playing for St. Paul Lutheran’s Service this morning, and after reflecting on it later on today, I’m thinking I possibly got myself tired-out before they started, because I was running thru various hymns for a good forty-five minutes beforehand. Another thing I did which I’ll not do again, was set the organ for a richer tone before I had to play the recessional. Oh my goodness! It sounded so bad, I thought I was playing the wrong keys. Their organ technician is supposed to be there in November, so I’m supposed to write down all the things I believe is wrong with it, just so they can get them fixed. I gave them a list several years ago, but they didn’t follow-thru and fix what I believed were problems, so this time I’m going to be very narrative, along with supplying the person in charge, a copy of the problems I’ve encountered. I have to keep reminding myself that everyone has their good days and bad, just so I’ll not be dwelling any longer on today’s organ playing.

After I got back to office, I changed my clothes and went out to work on that multi-weekend project I’ve been struggling with, and in spite of it being cold and windy, I did get completed what I wanted done, so hopefully my drop-dead date of having it finished by the 1st of November, will be achieved, and if I have enough free time next weekend, I just may have it totally completed, and if I do, I’ll be ready to start celebrating.

I almost wanted to vomit today after reading an article that was a feed from Business Insider. Well, it comes as absolutely no surprise that the Russian army has been supplied with Viagra so they can more easily rape Ukrainian women. The UN has already verified over 100 rape cases since the war started, but they believe those numbers are only the tip of an iceberg.

They also went on to say the reason the Russians are encouraging the raping of women, girls, men and boys, is to “dehumanize” them which is just another way to show them they’re mighty and strong, and because they’re Russian soldiers, they have the license to do anything they want to the Ukrainian civilians. Aren’t we supposed to be living in the 21st Century? What’s now happening in world conflicts, appears more like something out of the Middle Ages. I guess I haven’t evolved enough to get my brain wrapped around any human being having the ability to justify such acts.

While out working today, I received a phone call from a gentleman who lives about two hours from here, asking if 224 – 12th St. SE was still available. I told him it was, so the next thing he asked me, was if the owner would take a certain price for it, and all I could say was, “I don’t know, but I will ask.” I went on to say it’s my policy for buyers to do an inspection on a property before I write an offer. After getting a few more questions answered, I told him I’d visit with the seller tomorrow, but I’ll be insisting he come and look at it before I write one. He agreed, so we’ll see what tomorrow brings. I’ll definitely not have my hopes up because far too often, such sales never come together. This digital age we live in, definitely has its up-side, but also a down.

It sounds like we’re gonna get another “frosting” tonight, so be sure to cover up those blooming mums and veggies you’ve still got growing. Winter’s on its way.

Tonight’s One-liner is: I’m sorry, if you were right, I’d agree with you.

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