Rummaging around, again....
Holy cultural misappropriation, Batman! An ad implores us to "zen our data". Zen our data? Shut. Up.
A squirrel climbed my elm out front, so I shot it. Two doves were picking at seeds in one of my raised garden beds, so I shot them. A robin chased off a song sparrow out back, so I shot it. A ground hog climbed my fence and started rooting around in my mulch pile, so I shot it. A rabbit was chewing on clover in the front yard, so I shot it.
How many tornadoes or hurricanes or floods or wild fires make for a bad season? One. The one that devastates your area.
Each spring I marvel at how small tomato seeds are and how prolific the plant becomes.
As a young reader I remember Hardy Boys novels, and the Bobbsey Twins, Nancy Drew, Tom Swift, Doc Savage, and then--uh oh--James Bond, and to complete my ruination: The Catcher in the Rye. I was 14.
Newsflash? Processed food is the bane of human health. We all know this nugget to be true. Do I want bacon every day? Duh. So? I never buy it, never order it as part of a meal. Consider it bragging if you will, I consider it a tragedy.
Ezekial 34:18 (NASB) Is it too little thing for you to feed in the good pasture, that you must trample with your feet the rest of your pastures, Or too little for you to drink the clear waters, that you must muddy the rest with your feet?
Maybe I need a little zen meditation? Maybe so.
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