Thursday, October 6, 2011
I need to pressure wash my driveway, patio, and vinyl siding on our home.
Do you know about pressure washers?
A pressure washer is a mechanical sprayer that, depending on nozzle size, can be used as a low volume high-pressure water cleaner or a high volume low-pressure cleaner.
A pressure washer cleans what an ordinary water hose can’t.
And, from experience, it’ll even knock the skin off a finger. Or two.
There are days that I head home feeling as if I’ve been hit once or twice by a pressure washer.
Clean? Yes. However, the skin is gone.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
In the 1860s, our nation suffered a civil war. Ironic name, don’t you think? Not much civil about southerners and northerners killing each other. Cousins fighting cousins. Brothers on opposite sides of the war.
Come to think of it, are wars ever civil? No.
Yet, citizens in our nation took up weapons and killed other citizens.
Could we get to that point again?
I think as I drive. The other day I noticed the people around me. Could one of them kill me? Could I kill them? All because we disagreed?
Don’t say it couldn’t happen here. It did once.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Morning comes early at our house.
At 5:30 AM, I wake Evan, if he’s not already awake.
He’s so snuggly in the mornings.
When I come to his bedside, he grabs his favorite blanket and falls into my arms.
Feeling his head nestle against my shoulder is one of the greatest feelings in the world.
He’s normally happy in the morning, smiling and talking. Oh, the talking.
I know, soon enough, he’ll want to sleep until noon. He won’t talk. And certainly won’t nestle his head against my shoulder.
I’ll enjoy it for as long as I can.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Is it ever good?
An infant dies in her sleep.
A teenager drowns while at the beach with friends.
A young adult develops breast cancer and the battle is lost quickly.
A man retires. Within the year, he dies from suicide.
A 95-year-old has a side effect to a new prescription, poisoning the blood. She dies in the hospital.
Reports of those deaths are written about every day in our world.
The newspaper is filled with obituaries.
Unless it is someone close to us we seldom pay attention.
Death’s timing may not be good. But, it is certain.