Forced down time

Saturday evening I started feeling ill. I even got a nasty case of chills which lasted most of a sleepless night. It turned out to be a “stomach bug,” which I still have. The chills went away, but the rest of my symptoms have not.

Yesterday, other than going to church, I did nothing. Today, I’ve done next to nothing. I never do nothing or even next to nothing. I’m always doing something even when I’ve promised myself I would do nothing.

I have enjoyed this summer, but summer has so far involved a series of projects around the home. Even though my wife and I aren’t traveling anywhere this summer, I’ve taken no time off. Honestly, I don’t mind not going anywhere. We’ve taken at least one vacation a year for many years, and we even went to the Smoky Mountains back in April as sort of an early vacation. It actually feels good to not be going anywhere. We’ll take vacations again in the future, just not this summer.

If you own a home, you know there’s aways something to do. There’s never a time when you can honestly tell yourself you’ve done all that can be done. And that’s how it is with me. I’ve tried to be mindful to give myself one day a week of doing nothing, but it often doesn’t quite work out. I’ll pile up chores on one day so the next day can be a free day, but then I often find things to do on my free day.

So I went to church yesterday morning. I figured I could feel like crap at home or feel like crap at church. I have a volunteer position at church I enjoy. I operate a video camera. Fortunately, I’m isolated sitting atop my camera platform, so I don’t breathe germs on anyone. I figured it was safe. Then I came home and did nothing.

I watched part of a baseball game last evening, then shut my eyes before it was completely dark. I slept much better last night. I’ve slept some today. I’ve done a little reading. I listened to part of the Rush Limbaugh Show. I’ve ignored the clock for the most part. I still have the occasional stomach cramp. My appetite is almost non-existent (not the worst thing that could happen to me).

Today I called in sick for the first time this year. I’ve been blessed with good health these last several months. I don’t enjoy being ill. I guess no one does. But I’m not one to complain. I figure it will just have to run its course. It sure is taking its time. My running is on hiatus. I haven’t run since Friday, and don’t know when I’ll run again. I may not get in my requisite 50 miles this month. Oh well. It’s not the worst thing, either.

I don’t know if my illness was due in part to fatigue or something I ate or something I breathed or something else. I do know that your body sometimes has a way of forcing itself into a period of “down time.” Normally, I would not sit around and do nothing, even though doing nothing isn’t a bad thing. We don’t always have to be “productive.” There’s a reason God gave us the Sabbath and commanded us to do no work one day a week. I do honestly try to be mindful of that, but sometimes the Sabbath slips away from me. I guess I have only myself to blame.

Forced down time

Saturday evening I started feeling ill. I even got a nasty case of chills which lasted most of a sleepless night. It turned out to be a “stomach bug,” which I still have. The chills went away, but the rest of my symptoms have not.

Yesterday, other than going to church, I did nothing. Today, I’ve done next to nothing. I never do nothing or even next to nothing. I’m always doing something even when I’ve promised myself I would do nothing.

I have enjoyed this summer, but summer has so far involved a series of projects around the home. Even though my wife and I aren’t traveling anywhere this summer, I’ve taken no time off. Honestly, I don’t mind not going anywhere. We’ve taken at least one vacation a year for many years, and we even went to the Smoky Mountains back in April as sort of an early vacation. It actually feels good to not be going anywhere. We’ll take vacations again in the future, just not this summer.

If you own a home, you know there’s aways something to do. There’s never a time when you can honestly tell yourself you’ve done all that can be done. And that’s how it is with me. I’ve tried to be mindful to give myself one day a week of doing nothing, but it often doesn’t quite work out. I’ll pile up chores on one day so the next day can be a free day, but then I often find things to do on my free day.

So I went to church yesterday morning. I figured I could feel like crap at home or feel like crap at church. I have a volunteer position at church I enjoy. I operate a video camera. Fortunately, I’m isolated sitting atop my camera platform, so I don’t breathe germs on anyone. I figured it was safe. Then I came home and did nothing.

I watched part of a baseball game last evening, then shut my eyes before it was completely dark. I slept much better last night. I’ve slept some today. I’ve done a little reading. I listened to part of the Rush Limbaugh Show. I’ve ignored the clock for the most part. I still have the occasional stomach cramp. My appetite is almost non-existent (not the worst thing that could happen to me).

Today I called in sick for the first time this year. I’ve been blessed with good health these last several months. I don’t enjoy being ill. I guess no one does. But I’m not one to complain. I figure it will just have to run its course. It sure is taking its time. My running is on hiatus. I haven’t run since Friday, and don’t know when I’ll run again. I may not get in my requisite 50 miles this month. Oh well. It’s not the worst thing, either.

I don’t know if my illness was due in part to fatigue or something I ate or something I breathed or something else. I do know that your body sometimes has a way of forcing itself into a period of “down time.” Normally, I would not sit around and do nothing, even though doing nothing isn’t a bad thing. We don’t always have to be “productive.” There’s a reason God gave us the Sabbath and commanded us to do no work one day a week. I do honestly try to be mindful of that, but sometimes the Sabbath slips away from me. I guess I have only myself to blame.

Quote du jour

From Tuesday’s Rush Limbaugh Show:

This Jim Acosta guy, little Jim Acosta, CNN, guy that lost his cookies yesterday with the press briefing when the cameras weren’t turned on. … I’ll tell you what this guy reminds me of. Have you ever had a cat, pet cat, and got one of these red laser pointers. You point it at the floor, and the cat tries to catch it. You point it up against the sofa, cat runs into the sofa. You point it against the wall, cat runs into the wall. I think that’s what the Trump administration is doing with many in the media. They’re like cats. He’s got this little red laser light and is just causing them to make fools of themselves and everybody’s laughing at ’em as they’re crashing into walls, the sofa and the floor. And that’s what little Jim Acosta had happen to him yesterday.

https://www.rushlimbaugh.com/daily/2017/06/27/could-donald-trump-be-the-end-of-cnn/

Quotes from the novel “Goodbye Vietnam”

Yesterday, I finished reading Goodbye Vietnam, a firsthand account of the Vietnam War and post-war Vietnam by William Broyles, who fought in Vietnam in 1969-70 as a junior officer, then returned 15 years later to visit the places in which he commanded Marines and also to meet some of the Vietnamese he had first fought as enemies. Goodbye Vietnam comes off as a genuine and honest account of a war that has become a less-than-stellar part of our history. 

This isn’t a particularly long account, but I can say I learned more about the war and Vietnam as a nation than any other source I have ever studied. Following are a collection of quotes that more or less jumped off the pages as I was reading.

Perhaps there is nothing less egalitarian than a Commuinist society, where privilege determines everything.

My men grew up in Vietnam. There are many better ways to do it — but few faster. College, in stark contrast, was a means of prolonged adolescence.

The gap between the task and the means to solve it was ludicrously wide.

Patrol went up the mountain. One man came back. He died before he could tell us what happened.

On neither side did the people win: the war won, and kept on winning. That is the price of a war in which the people, not land, are the battleground. To win that kind of war requires a special weapon—a moral certainty so strong as to make the suffering of individuals invisible.

Saturday musings

Leftists seem content to turn themselves over to the evils of militant Islam without so much as a fight. Those of us who are determined to defend ourselves against these soulless thugs are labeled “Islamophobes.” In other words, those of us who resist the evils of radical Islamic jihadists are considered more evil than the ones doing the killing.

Despite what you might have heard in #fakenews, President Trump’s extended trip to Saudi Arabia, Israel & Europistan has been wildly successful. It may be the most successful foreign trip since President Reagan told Mr. Gorbachev to tear down this wall (30 years ago on June 12).

No doubt you’ve heard it said of someone of humble origins who has become successful, “He/she came from nothing.” I don’t know if this is true or not. You could make the argument that no one starts from nothing. You could also argue that we were all created from nothing. Either we all start with something or we were all created from nothing. I can’t quite figure out which it is.

My favorite of all the Old Testament prophets is Jeremiah, which I am reading right now. Jeremiah was quite forthcoming about his vulnerability and doubts, but he remained faithful to God through it all and became one of God’s most useful servants.

Sunday musings

Notice how the left only “resists” when we stop giving them free stuff. To them, stopping the flow of resources from producers to moochers is tantamount to taking away rights. They never “resist” when resources are confiscated from the ones who actually earned it.

If you’re wondering when the left is going to drop the fake meme of Russian interference, know that they’ve been pushing the global warming hoax for 30+ years.

Donald Trump is everything I’ve ever wanted in a president. He’s Ronald Reagan with a bit of mischief (aimed at #fakenews & Democrats) thrown in. These are the days. Enjoy Trump because we’ll never experience this again.

Democrats lost bigly in 2010, 2014 & 2016. There’s one common denominator that runs through all 3 and it isn’t Russian interference. It’s the Democrat Party.

Unemployment has dropped to 4.4%. It’s lower than at any time during the Obama presidency, and the Trump presidency isn’t even 4 months old yet. You’ll never see this celebrated by #fakenews & Democrats. They’re busy manufacturing fake scandals in order to distract from all this winning.

The role of #fakenews is essentially twofold: create scandals that don’t exist and ignore/cover-up ones that do.

If you routinely practice gratitude, it will alter the way you look at life. It costs nothing to be thankful for what you already have.

God is very much in control.

The Predators won game 1 of the western conference finals Friday evening on the road in Anaheim. Suddenly, this is getting very real.

This is the time of year when I run for the pure fun of it. I do mainly 5K’s during the warm season. Long runs are for cooler weather. For the next few months, I am not training for a race. I’m just running at my own pleasure.

My pastor is fond of saying that truth sounds like hate to those who hate the truth. This goes a long way toward explaining the behavior of those who are hostile to the Christian faith.

Despite the best efforts of #fakenews, the truth of President Trump’s relentless winning is getting out to the people. To its chagrin, #fakenews doesn’t control the flow of information.

Barack Obama recently flew to Milan, Italy to deliver a $3M speech on climate change. I love it when they do the very things they tell the rest of us not to do. (Also, if you think they do what they do out of concern for the planet, then just follow the money.)

Quote du jour

Here’s another gem from the Maha Rushie yesterday:

I’m 66 years old. I have been following politics honestly since I was 10. I’m not kidding. I have seen unhinged behavior. I have seen the wild allegations that Democrats make and repeated. I have never seen this degree of collective insanity. I have never seen this degree of so many people literally being out of touch, devoid reality, and unhinged.

Link

My glorious hum-drum life

My wife and I just took our first trip together (not including Memphis) by ourselves in 17 years. We spent 3 nights in the gloriously overbuilt and commercialized Gatlinburg, Tennessee. We had not been there since 2010.

It really was a fabulous trip. The hotel was perfect. The weather was good. We enjoyed each other’s company. We enjoyed the sights and the excursions. We even got in some exercise. (According to Apple Watch, we walked in excess of 13 miles in 3 days.)

And yet, when it was time to return home from our “escape” from home, we were excited to return home. There’s something to be said for a peaceful home and all the routine and familiarity that comes with it. If you can be excited to return home and your “hum-drum” life after a trip that you’ve planned for weeks, then consider yourself blessed.

How I stay upbeat and optimistic in the era of #fakenews, fake outrage, pathological lying, deceit & other fakery

We are lied to daily by politicians and #fakenews reporters. We are told that we are causing the climate to change, that we are undertaxed, that the Republicans are out to bankrupt us or outright kill us and starve our children. Trump is trying to poison us and make our pharmaceuticals unaffordable. Women are oppressed, except those living in the Middle East. They’ve got it great. Everything is hysteria. We are expected to worry about everything. We are supposed to consume this product and believe that lie and prepare for cataclysms that do not exist. This is the world in which we live.

Jesus is my Savior.

My ultimate hope is in the risen Messiah. Where else am I going to go?

We are told to dwell in the world but not be of the world. And so I live in the world but shut much of it out.

As for the rest, well, how do I stay upbeat and optimistic? Let me tell you.

If you watch #fakenews or follow any of the #fakenews outlets on social media, you’ll soon find yourself a basket case. I don’t follow #fakenews of any sort in any way. I follow only a few people on Twitter, either people I know or other reliable conservatives. I am not on Facebook, for about a thousand reasons. Maybe two thousand. I listen to Rush Limbaugh every day without fail. Every. Single. Day. I get my news regarding the Trump administration directly from President Trump on Twitter. Yes, I trust him not to lie to me every bit as much as I trust the #fakenews media and Democrats to lie to me.

I do not trust in gimmicks or financial gurus or healers. I do not believe that guns kill people or that Islam is the religion of peace or that white males are inherently evil. I am not a racist or a homophobe or an Islamophobe or a xenophobe. Or a misogynist. I do, however, have an almost paralyzing fear of snakes. I am also afraid of heights. These are my only real phobias.

There are only two genders: male and female.

I have certain biases. The only thing different between me and those who say they have no biases is that I admit I have biases. I am intolerant of some things because some things are just plain stupid. The only thing different between me and those who claim tolerance is that I admit I am intolerant of some things.

I can “coexist” only with those who leave me alone.

I am an introvert. If I am plugged in, do not bother me. If I am not plugged in, do not bother me.

Much, if not most of the accusations that fly back-and-forth are examples of projection. If someone accuses me of racism, I just assume that the other person is racist. If someone calls me an idiot, I assume my accuser is an idiot. Accusations tend to reveal much more about the accuser than the accused.

I am not a social justice warrior. I am not a white knight. I love and cherish my wife and simultaneously believe liberal feminism is a cancer on women and families. And beta males, but that’s their fault.

My family brings me joy. We look after each other.

I enjoy sports, but only as long as it isn’t politicized. As soon as politics in injected into sports, I turn it off. #boycottNFL

I believe in what I see and hear. I trust myself. I rarely believe what I am told without verifying. When #fakenews manages to squirt through my otherwise impermeable wall, I immediately assume it is a lie…because it most likely is.

I have hobbies that occupy my time when I am not at work or doing things around the house that need to be done. I am an avid runner. I love to run. I am an avid reader, but am very choosy about what I read. I write things occasionally. I listen to copious amounts of music. I also like to cook. I enjoy being outside. Summers spent in the hammock are the best. I occasionally watch a movie. I rarely watch TV.

I am smarter than most of the people who hold public office. I am smarter than the #fakenews reporters who lie to us. If you cannot say this about yourself, then educate yourself until it becomes true. As soon as you become immune to lying politicians and #fakenews reporters, they cease being a threat to you and you then become a threat to them. They’ll hate you for it.

Be the go-to person in your inner circle. Be the one other people turn to for clarification. Explain yourself with confidence and assuredness. Learn to articulate as succinctly as possible.

If I could reduce all this to a simple formula, it would be this: trust Jesus, do what brings you joy, be your own person, stay healthy, educate yourself, shut out those things (and people) who cause you discouragement.

Henry David Thoreau’s encounter with an early feminist

I am currently reading The Heart of Thoreau’s Journals, which is more or less an abridged version of Henry David Thoreau’s complete set of journals he kept during the course of his life. Even though he lived more than a century-and-a-half ago, his observations on life and human beings are quite keen, and there are truths he stumbled upon that are still quite relevant today. (Also, he was an introvert.)

One of my favorite passages thus far is dated December 31, 1851, in which he describes an encounter with what I call an early feminist whom he identifies only as “Mrs. S.” It is quite comical, and still quite relevant today when applied to the more militant liberal feminists we encounter today. I have highlighted my favorite parts of the journal entry.

This night I heard Mrs. S——lecture on womanhood. The most important fact about the lecture was that a woman said it, and in that respect it was suggestive. Went to see her afterward, but the interview added nothing to the previous impression, rather subtracted. She was a woman in the too common sense after all. You had to fire small charges: I did not have a finger in once, for fear of blowing away all her works and so ending the game. You had to substitute courtesy for sense and argument. It requires nothing less than a chivalric feeling to sustain a conversation with a lady. I carried her lecture for her in my pocket wrapped in her handkerchief; my pocket exhales cologne to this moment. The championess of woman’s rights still asks you to be a ladies’ man. I can’t fire a salute, even, for fear some of the guns may be shotted. I had to unshot all the guns in truth’s battery and fire powder and wadding only. Certainly the heart is only for rare occasions; the intellect affords the most unfailing entertainment. It would only do to let her feel the wind of the ball. I fear that to the last woman’s lectures will demand mainly courtesy from man.