MAD DOG AND LANDMAN

Last night I binged the second season of SILO the apocalypse horror action series starring adorable Rebecca Ferguson, feminine action hero, which is one of my favorite genres. Unfortunately or fortunately because of my addiction to this genre and watching the second   PREDATOR movie with my 6-year-old daughter on my lap, I turned her tomboyish action loving personality into the first female cop of Roseland Indiana. And now you know the rest of the story. And I've been just watched an entire season in one day because I am 77 years old, retired, and I can.

Continuing my thought on IT'S A DANGEROUS WORLD, I'd like to suggest to protect the youngest of us, God gives that responsibility to a shepherd and a shepherdess. Mom and dad. These are my parents at their wedding in Springfield Illinois. I was there also in my mother's tummy which kind of explains why they were getting married. Don't get me wrong. They passionately loved each other. I guess I'm proof of that.  I was born a super curious child. I remember sitting watching Mom vacuum with an electric vacuum cleaner. I must have asked how that was powered because I remember her explaining that electricity ran down the cord and came from the wall and that's what powered it, that is the vacuum cleaner.  My dangerous penchant for testing theories out formulated an idea in my head and I noticed a bobby pin laying on the carpet, and I made the observation that it looked like it would fit very nicely in the electric outlet.  I may be exaggerating a little bi...

Saturday morning. Third day of the year 2026. I'm finishing up my day on Don's Delicious blog, commenting inside of the safety of his mental health Nation, a safe place for those of us who are too conservative for the vestiges of the dying? Transforming? Democratic world. I have and please allow me to be clear a little better understanding than normal people. I am very sensitive, and my awareness extends to The rhythms of life, and even an awareness of my God, so much so that's a stories that I tell are unbelievable. Not only did my call to preach seep in continuously in my life, but I also had two very dramatic visions where the word preach was outlined in fiery letters and simultaneously and overwhelming sense of love flooded my heart. The first time it happened I was in a church service during a period which they called The altar call where people spontaneously came down to the altar to pray and as one of my favorite men in the church sat beside me and I real...