They promised rain today. Hasn’t happened yet, but it seems to be working at it.
Irritating things: The eye doctor I use is plugged into a group of like minded doctors. Somewhere in the nether lands of limbo there is a central office – among the many offices each doctor seems to occupy – and in that central office they have a robo caller of an alto voiced male. The voice is soothing and demands little other than confirmation of -appointments, at least that’s all its asked of me.
I lay down for a nap before lunch today and the robo caller called. The phone rang about the time I drifted into the state of total relaxation, just at the edge of sleep and awake, and the phone rang twice. Then immediately, as if finally securing its grip on technology, thirteen times before I answered to keep the insistent ring from driving me over the edge.
Why the robo caller is an alto voiced thing is self evident. Someone has already castrated the son.
Enough of that. I was, as noted in a prior post, gabbing with a pastor of the local den of chastisement last week and among other things we talked of charity and food banks for the less than nourished.
I thought we were talking about contributions of food stuffs and cautioned of the food banks of the larger cities scarfing up the product from the counties. It turned out the good pastor had other ideas.
He wants a building. And – wait for it – money.
His idea is to establish a food storage and display area, in short, a grocery store. He’ll find the building, advertise the product; He needs the money, he says, to buy the food from the State. He can get, he believes, for one hundred dollars, food enough from the State to equal what I might spend two hundred dollars or more to acquire.
I was a little unclear as to whether he would sell or give away his acquired foodstuff, and was still more confused as to where he intended to find the money.
But he is a man of God, he tells me, and if he works at it
Could it be there’s a capitalistic parsonage in the village?
From the reaches,