At a time when the news networks, newspapers and social media like to focus and report on every bad, sad and grisly thing that goes on in the world today, it is good to know that the goodness of the human spirit lives on.
There are 102 counties in the great state of Illinois. Nine of those counties have a land mass of over 800 square miles. The county of Pike falls into this category coming in at #8 with a land mass of 830 square miles.
So what?
The other eight counties have a total population of 1,194,051 people. The average for the counties, with the exception of one located close to Chicago, is somewhere around 40 to 60,000 people. Pike County takes the lead for having the least, less than 17,000 souls live here. So when I say that I live in the sticks, I'm not kidding.
When you live in a rural area, everybody knows just about everybody. If you do not know them, they are probably some distant relative.
Recently, this large land mass but sparsely populated area came together for a cause. A benefit was held for a young person in the community who is having the fight of their life.
The outpouring of support and love that could actually be "felt" in the room was incredible. People came from miles around. They gave from their purse and their businesses. Even those whose pockets were empty gave what they could and offered their time to help where help was needed.
It was the best and purest example of mankind laying aside their differences and coming together as a whole, single unit, to lift up someone in need. Everyone sharpened their focus on the task at hand, and it worked. The benefit was a huge success.
Maybe we should do this every weekend, so we don't lose the momentum, the awesomeness of what we really can accomplish.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
The Pantry
Having brought home a rather large portion of groceries, I decided it might be a good time to clean out the pantry.
My pantry can house many a mysterious item.
Since it was already looking like it belonged to Ms. M. Hubbard, I knew it would not take too long to clean.
Pantries have a way of collecting goods and services in their far back recesses. Items that do not get used very often, like a can of pumpkin, so they just keep being rotated further into the abyss.
One of the first things I came across was a can of sweetened condensed milk. Actually, I found three cans but the first was looking kind of rough around the edges....literally......it had rust on it. I checked the expiration date...02/28/2007....a seven year old can of sweetened condensed milk......I think it is a safe bet I can pitch it.
I'm wondering why I even have sweetened condensed milk. I do not make fudge or candy or whatever else can be made with this stuff. I think I was probably looking for evaporated milk and grabbed the wrong thing. The other two cans do not have an expiration date on them, so I guess they are safe to put back in the pantry.
The next item of mystery was a small jar of sliced pimientos. I know it has been in there a long time because it has an actual price tag sticker on it. Most kids today would not have a clue what that is. The only thing I can think of that I would use sliced pimientos for is cheese spread. I'm sure that whenever the last time was that I made cheese spread, I had eaten half of it before I realized I had forgotten to add the pimientos. They still look quite lovely, their pretty red tender slices swirling in some golden liquid. They are a bonus item. They do not expire until October of the year 2020! There were a couple of more dots of ink past the first 2 & 0 but that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Then I found three 5 year old cans of cranberry sauce, the kind that slides out of the can in one piece, and two 2 year old cans of sweet potatoes and the above mentioned, moved to the back of the pantry, pumpkin.
My oldest daughter reminded me of the time she and her younger sister had to clean out the pantry. They found a bag of opened marshmallows.....that were hard as rocks.....that they began to hurl in my direction......across the kitchen....while they laughed like idiots. Hardened marshmallows can be used as weapons of mass destruction.
If there was a prize to be given to the oldest item in the pantry it would have to go to the two packages of yeast. Their expiration date was 09/01/1999. If I hang on to them for another ten years they will be considered antiques. Maybe I will keep them, after all there were seeds found in the great pyramids of Egypt that were still good. Somewhere there is a place, far far away, deep in some mountainside that houses a storage facility for seeds, just in case there is a raining of hardened marshmallows on mankind that would wipe out a large portion of not only the population but the plants on earth. Maybe they would like my two packages of yeast.
I could open them up. There might be an image of the Virgin Mary, Elvis or some ancient alien code that would unlock the mysteries of life on the inside of their small foil lined packages.
My pantry can house many a mysterious item.
Since it was already looking like it belonged to Ms. M. Hubbard, I knew it would not take too long to clean.
Pantries have a way of collecting goods and services in their far back recesses. Items that do not get used very often, like a can of pumpkin, so they just keep being rotated further into the abyss.
One of the first things I came across was a can of sweetened condensed milk. Actually, I found three cans but the first was looking kind of rough around the edges....literally......it had rust on it. I checked the expiration date...02/28/2007....a seven year old can of sweetened condensed milk......I think it is a safe bet I can pitch it.
I'm wondering why I even have sweetened condensed milk. I do not make fudge or candy or whatever else can be made with this stuff. I think I was probably looking for evaporated milk and grabbed the wrong thing. The other two cans do not have an expiration date on them, so I guess they are safe to put back in the pantry.
The next item of mystery was a small jar of sliced pimientos. I know it has been in there a long time because it has an actual price tag sticker on it. Most kids today would not have a clue what that is. The only thing I can think of that I would use sliced pimientos for is cheese spread. I'm sure that whenever the last time was that I made cheese spread, I had eaten half of it before I realized I had forgotten to add the pimientos. They still look quite lovely, their pretty red tender slices swirling in some golden liquid. They are a bonus item. They do not expire until October of the year 2020! There were a couple of more dots of ink past the first 2 & 0 but that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Then I found three 5 year old cans of cranberry sauce, the kind that slides out of the can in one piece, and two 2 year old cans of sweet potatoes and the above mentioned, moved to the back of the pantry, pumpkin.
My oldest daughter reminded me of the time she and her younger sister had to clean out the pantry. They found a bag of opened marshmallows.....that were hard as rocks.....that they began to hurl in my direction......across the kitchen....while they laughed like idiots. Hardened marshmallows can be used as weapons of mass destruction.
If there was a prize to be given to the oldest item in the pantry it would have to go to the two packages of yeast. Their expiration date was 09/01/1999. If I hang on to them for another ten years they will be considered antiques. Maybe I will keep them, after all there were seeds found in the great pyramids of Egypt that were still good. Somewhere there is a place, far far away, deep in some mountainside that houses a storage facility for seeds, just in case there is a raining of hardened marshmallows on mankind that would wipe out a large portion of not only the population but the plants on earth. Maybe they would like my two packages of yeast.
I could open them up. There might be an image of the Virgin Mary, Elvis or some ancient alien code that would unlock the mysteries of life on the inside of their small foil lined packages.
Friday, October 17, 2014
The Grinch Who Stole Homecoming
A very disgruntled member of a nearby community wrote a very disgruntled letter to the editor of the daily newspaper.
He was livid with the recent homecoming activities, especially the one that requires many rolls of toilet paper. He referred to this practice as "trashing the town".
Since he was really angry, he also decided to throw in a few comments on how girls, young girls, should act. I'm guessing he thinks they should be in the kitchen and some other room in the house.
The man went on to say he wished for just 15 minutes in front of the student body, so he could shame them into being better members of the community.
I always thought TP'd trees look rather pretty, especially when the wind is blowing. Surely they used the cheap kind of toilet paper. This would be an advantage twofold. First, you can buy lots more cheap toilet paper with whatever amount of money you have at your disposal for said commodities. Second, we all know what happens to cheap toilet paper when it gets wet.....so, if it would happen to rain, which, by the way, it has done for several days in this part of the sticks, the toilet paper is not going to hang, no pun intended, around long.
When my daughter got married, someone TP'd the large tree in front of their house. I watched as my new son in law took a small butane lighter, lit the ends of the toilet paper and let them burn themselves out of the tree. It worked marvelously. Although it may not be a wise idea to use this method if the tree is completely covered.....unless you just don't like the tree....or are very bored.
In dealing with the young people, or girls and being a mother of daughters, I can only think of one thing to say......"Good luck with that."
It's funny, as we generate into the next generation, we seem to think the younger one is completely off their rockers. How quickly we forget the folly of our youth.
I'm a firm believer in 'what goes around, comes around' and when you start pointing fingers and lashing out, someday it will come back to haunt you........and they all know who you are and where you live......how many trees are in your yard?
Relax, Mr. Mad Guy, they are just kids. It won't be too long before some of them will be very outstanding members of the community.
Life goes on and with it many an adventure. Enjoy them all.
He was livid with the recent homecoming activities, especially the one that requires many rolls of toilet paper. He referred to this practice as "trashing the town".
Since he was really angry, he also decided to throw in a few comments on how girls, young girls, should act. I'm guessing he thinks they should be in the kitchen and some other room in the house.
The man went on to say he wished for just 15 minutes in front of the student body, so he could shame them into being better members of the community.
I always thought TP'd trees look rather pretty, especially when the wind is blowing. Surely they used the cheap kind of toilet paper. This would be an advantage twofold. First, you can buy lots more cheap toilet paper with whatever amount of money you have at your disposal for said commodities. Second, we all know what happens to cheap toilet paper when it gets wet.....so, if it would happen to rain, which, by the way, it has done for several days in this part of the sticks, the toilet paper is not going to hang, no pun intended, around long.
When my daughter got married, someone TP'd the large tree in front of their house. I watched as my new son in law took a small butane lighter, lit the ends of the toilet paper and let them burn themselves out of the tree. It worked marvelously. Although it may not be a wise idea to use this method if the tree is completely covered.....unless you just don't like the tree....or are very bored.
In dealing with the young people, or girls and being a mother of daughters, I can only think of one thing to say......"Good luck with that."
It's funny, as we generate into the next generation, we seem to think the younger one is completely off their rockers. How quickly we forget the folly of our youth.
I'm a firm believer in 'what goes around, comes around' and when you start pointing fingers and lashing out, someday it will come back to haunt you........and they all know who you are and where you live......how many trees are in your yard?
Relax, Mr. Mad Guy, they are just kids. It won't be too long before some of them will be very outstanding members of the community.
Life goes on and with it many an adventure. Enjoy them all.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Clear As Glass?
"I can see clearly now, the rain is gone....."
Johnny Nash, 1972
After several days of grey skies and rain, it was a welcome relief to see the sun shining. It was kissing the tops of the trees, with their Autumn hues of red and gold, making them appear as if they had a light of their own.
As I walked into the kitchen on this bright and beautiful sunny morning I was literally awestruck by what I saw.....or rather the lack of what I could see. The kitchen windows were really dirty.
I noticed that some unknown graffiti artist had drawn a huge face and heart in one window, along with what looked like a possibly well placed tongue in the lower part of the artwork.
I'm trying to remember, when was the last time I washed them? Possibly around the turn of the century. I do remember that when I had last cleaned them, one son in law shot the hose on the outside of them....after I had cleaned them.......thinking he was oh so funny. I must have made a mental note right then and there to never wash them again.
I can not remember how many days I have looked through them and thought, "Good grief, foggy again?"
I could close the blinds, but that would defeat the enjoyment of the sunshine.
I could wash them. The weather forecast is excellent for washing windows.
What fun would that be? I've got better things to do.
Johnny Nash, 1972
After several days of grey skies and rain, it was a welcome relief to see the sun shining. It was kissing the tops of the trees, with their Autumn hues of red and gold, making them appear as if they had a light of their own.
As I walked into the kitchen on this bright and beautiful sunny morning I was literally awestruck by what I saw.....or rather the lack of what I could see. The kitchen windows were really dirty.
I noticed that some unknown graffiti artist had drawn a huge face and heart in one window, along with what looked like a possibly well placed tongue in the lower part of the artwork.
I'm trying to remember, when was the last time I washed them? Possibly around the turn of the century. I do remember that when I had last cleaned them, one son in law shot the hose on the outside of them....after I had cleaned them.......thinking he was oh so funny. I must have made a mental note right then and there to never wash them again.
I can not remember how many days I have looked through them and thought, "Good grief, foggy again?"
I could close the blinds, but that would defeat the enjoyment of the sunshine.
I could wash them. The weather forecast is excellent for washing windows.
What fun would that be? I've got better things to do.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
The Clog
Several years ago, when we remodeled the kitchen, I picked a sink with a unique design. I thought it looked quite stylish and was different than anything I had seen before.....not only that....it was free. It is a single bowl style, which always comes in handy when the need to bathe a small child arises, and in the back right hand corner is an elevated smaller bowl that houses the garbage disposal.
That feature alone is what sold me on the sink. I thought how handy it would be to whisk cuttings of vegetables or whatever off a cutting board into the disposal.
Never having had a garbage disposal I learned early on that it is not a wise idea to overload it. On the times that this happened, I was fortunate enough to have a small plunger that fit perfectly into the small opening of this small sink bowl that houses the garbage disposal.
If it were not for the fact that we would starve, I sometimes think it would be a really good idea if I stayed out of the kitchen completely.
The other evening, as I was cleaning up the kitchen, I decided it would be a good idea to clean out the refrigerator of some way too leftover leftovers. One dish that I pulled out had a large portion of rice in the mixture. Aiming the faucet over the small bowl in the sink, I turned on the water and fired up the disposal.
As the last portion of the rice mixture disappeared into the whirling churning eater of all leftover things that will fit in it, I knew I had overstepped its limits.
Sure enough, it was clogged. Since it was late, I decided to wait until morning to tackle this unpleasant job.
The next morning I noticed that some of the water had drained out. Not all of it, but every once and awhile a small bubble would rise to the top. I figured this burping meant that the nasty stuff had set long enough to soften up. Once again, I turned on the water and hit the on switch for the disposal. All this succeeded in doing was adding more liquid to the mess and churned up a smell that was most disgusting.
Since I needed to fix some breakfast and did not want to do so while the foul odor wafted up to my nostrils, I got out a piece of plastic wrap and stretched it over the corner of the sink. Problem solved for the time being.
My small perfect sized plunger had somehow grown legs and left the building. It was no where to be found. I tried the old style, red rubber bowl on a stick plunger, but it would not fit into the small sink bowl. What to do?
I trotted up the street to inquire of my son-in-law as to the make and model of their plunger. They have two junior high boys.....who love to eat.......so you know why I was positive they had a plunger.
Not only did he have a plunger, it was the mother of all plungers. This thing looked like a round accordion, or bellows, hooked on a stick. It was black in color and had a menacing appearance. The looks of it alone should scare any clog. Its bonus feature was the opening. Just the right size to fit into the drain hole.
I carried this weapon of uncloggery home and set about to fix the problem at hand. The plastic wrap I had placed over the bowl now had no wrinkles in it and was bulging from all the fermentation going on below.
Being of less than runway model stature, along with the fact that this portion of the sink is almost to the back side of the counter, I soon realized that I did not have the right leverage on the plunger. This was discovered with the first futile plunge and the spraying of the gunk in the drain all over the freshly washed window and its accompanying blinds.
Not to be outdone, I retrieved the step ladder. I climbed up on the counter, placed one foot on each side of the sink and gave that sucker the full body plunge. Mission accomplished.
Had anyone been standing behind me, I'm sure it was a sight to behold.
That feature alone is what sold me on the sink. I thought how handy it would be to whisk cuttings of vegetables or whatever off a cutting board into the disposal.
Never having had a garbage disposal I learned early on that it is not a wise idea to overload it. On the times that this happened, I was fortunate enough to have a small plunger that fit perfectly into the small opening of this small sink bowl that houses the garbage disposal.
If it were not for the fact that we would starve, I sometimes think it would be a really good idea if I stayed out of the kitchen completely.
The other evening, as I was cleaning up the kitchen, I decided it would be a good idea to clean out the refrigerator of some way too leftover leftovers. One dish that I pulled out had a large portion of rice in the mixture. Aiming the faucet over the small bowl in the sink, I turned on the water and fired up the disposal.
As the last portion of the rice mixture disappeared into the whirling churning eater of all leftover things that will fit in it, I knew I had overstepped its limits.
Sure enough, it was clogged. Since it was late, I decided to wait until morning to tackle this unpleasant job.
The next morning I noticed that some of the water had drained out. Not all of it, but every once and awhile a small bubble would rise to the top. I figured this burping meant that the nasty stuff had set long enough to soften up. Once again, I turned on the water and hit the on switch for the disposal. All this succeeded in doing was adding more liquid to the mess and churned up a smell that was most disgusting.
Since I needed to fix some breakfast and did not want to do so while the foul odor wafted up to my nostrils, I got out a piece of plastic wrap and stretched it over the corner of the sink. Problem solved for the time being.
My small perfect sized plunger had somehow grown legs and left the building. It was no where to be found. I tried the old style, red rubber bowl on a stick plunger, but it would not fit into the small sink bowl. What to do?
I trotted up the street to inquire of my son-in-law as to the make and model of their plunger. They have two junior high boys.....who love to eat.......so you know why I was positive they had a plunger.
Not only did he have a plunger, it was the mother of all plungers. This thing looked like a round accordion, or bellows, hooked on a stick. It was black in color and had a menacing appearance. The looks of it alone should scare any clog. Its bonus feature was the opening. Just the right size to fit into the drain hole.
I carried this weapon of uncloggery home and set about to fix the problem at hand. The plastic wrap I had placed over the bowl now had no wrinkles in it and was bulging from all the fermentation going on below.
Being of less than runway model stature, along with the fact that this portion of the sink is almost to the back side of the counter, I soon realized that I did not have the right leverage on the plunger. This was discovered with the first futile plunge and the spraying of the gunk in the drain all over the freshly washed window and its accompanying blinds.
Not to be outdone, I retrieved the step ladder. I climbed up on the counter, placed one foot on each side of the sink and gave that sucker the full body plunge. Mission accomplished.
Had anyone been standing behind me, I'm sure it was a sight to behold.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
A Real Haunting
"Rule of thumb, you're always within three feet of a spider."
Arachnophobia 1990
Gather around the campfire everyone, it's time for a story.
Once upon a time there was a house. This was a very nice house, priced somewhere around $450,000. It set on the edge of a lovely golf course, with a two hole view.
The couple who purchased this house most likely thought it was their dream home. Although I'm not for certain, I'm sure they were probably working their tails off to pay for this house. Even with 20% down and a modest interest rate of 4.5%, a twenty year mortgage would have a monthly payment of $2277.34. That's a lot of coconuts.
The couple moved into this house and most likely set about living 'large and in charge'.
One day, while the female gender half of this couple was taking a shower, a spider fell from the ceiling into the enclosed space in which she was bathing. This wasn't just any ole spider, oh no, it was the dreaded brown recluse! Although I'm not for certain, I'm sure this female left a hole in the shower door in the exact shape of her body as she fled in terror from the spider.
It wasn't long after the shower episode that the owners discovered the brown recluse spider was not alone. It had invited all of its relatives, even cousins two times removed, to live in the house. Spiders were literally oozing from the walls!
The owners called in a spider expert, someone who obviously did not have a big enough imagination when it came to picking an occupation, to evaluate the spider situation. The expert concluded there were between 4500 to 6000 spiders in the house, and this was during the season that spiders don't move around much or play their sneaky spider games.
The couple had no choice but to leave because the lawyers, insurance companies and previous owners were all trying to place the blame on somebody else so no one would have to cough up any money. The couple fled the home, and although I'm not certain, I'm sure as they sped away in their BMW, leaving black marks in the driveway, there was one very fat, full of eggs, brown recluse spider clinging to the tailpipe.
The last aerial view of the house showed it draped in huge tarps. A spider exterminator had been called in and he assured that nothing would be alive in the house when they were finished doing whatever it is that spider exterminators do. Although I'm not certain, I'm sure they wear large solid snowshoe like apparatuses on their feet and carry a flame thrower.
If I were the neighbors on either side of this spider monstrosity, I would demand it be bombed with fighter jets, making sure to leave at least a thirty foot deep crater. Then the surrounding soil would need to be dug out, inspected by the EPA and deposited in some hazardous waste facility.
The End.
"I'll take two snakes and six mice any day over a spider."
Ruth E. Reeves
Arachnophobia 1990
Gather around the campfire everyone, it's time for a story.
Once upon a time there was a house. This was a very nice house, priced somewhere around $450,000. It set on the edge of a lovely golf course, with a two hole view.
The couple who purchased this house most likely thought it was their dream home. Although I'm not for certain, I'm sure they were probably working their tails off to pay for this house. Even with 20% down and a modest interest rate of 4.5%, a twenty year mortgage would have a monthly payment of $2277.34. That's a lot of coconuts.
The couple moved into this house and most likely set about living 'large and in charge'.
One day, while the female gender half of this couple was taking a shower, a spider fell from the ceiling into the enclosed space in which she was bathing. This wasn't just any ole spider, oh no, it was the dreaded brown recluse! Although I'm not for certain, I'm sure this female left a hole in the shower door in the exact shape of her body as she fled in terror from the spider.
It wasn't long after the shower episode that the owners discovered the brown recluse spider was not alone. It had invited all of its relatives, even cousins two times removed, to live in the house. Spiders were literally oozing from the walls!
The owners called in a spider expert, someone who obviously did not have a big enough imagination when it came to picking an occupation, to evaluate the spider situation. The expert concluded there were between 4500 to 6000 spiders in the house, and this was during the season that spiders don't move around much or play their sneaky spider games.
The couple had no choice but to leave because the lawyers, insurance companies and previous owners were all trying to place the blame on somebody else so no one would have to cough up any money. The couple fled the home, and although I'm not certain, I'm sure as they sped away in their BMW, leaving black marks in the driveway, there was one very fat, full of eggs, brown recluse spider clinging to the tailpipe.
The last aerial view of the house showed it draped in huge tarps. A spider exterminator had been called in and he assured that nothing would be alive in the house when they were finished doing whatever it is that spider exterminators do. Although I'm not certain, I'm sure they wear large solid snowshoe like apparatuses on their feet and carry a flame thrower.
If I were the neighbors on either side of this spider monstrosity, I would demand it be bombed with fighter jets, making sure to leave at least a thirty foot deep crater. Then the surrounding soil would need to be dug out, inspected by the EPA and deposited in some hazardous waste facility.
The End.
"I'll take two snakes and six mice any day over a spider."
Ruth E. Reeves
Monday, October 13, 2014
The Short Report
Although math, beyond simple equations, eludes me, I'm a huge fan of quantum physics. I find the study of particles, sub atomic particles and the "God" particle fascinating.
This brings me to the recent book I am reading, "E Squared Nine Do It Yourself Experiments That Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality", by Pam Grout.
The title is rather self explanatory, if you have ever given this sort of topic any interest. If not, it means what is says, we create our own reality. We get what we think about. "Really", you say, "I've been thinking about money forever, and I still don't have any." Have you been thinking about having money, or the lack of it?
Now that the 'eye rollers' have left the room, let me share with you the first part of this book. My Kindle is showing I have only read 32%, so it will be a short report. I would also like to add that this is not the first book about this subject that I have read. It is just one of many that are tucked neatly within the digital pages of my electronic book reader.
Quantum physics proves to us that the universe, or Grand Master of the Universe, is with us at all times. It shows that this Source is not locked behind sky high gates, sitting inaccessible to the human race, casting judgement in our direction.
The first experiment in the book is called "The Dude Abides Principle" and is very easy to conduct.
First, pick a time to start. Second, write down the time and date. Third, ask this Source, Master, God, for a blessing.
You do not get to choose the blessing. You are simply asking for a blessing that you will know, without a doubt, like getting smacked up along side the head with a large stick, that the Source is making itself known to you. The only thing you get to "demand", so to speak, is the time frame in which this blessing will come to you, 48 hours.
It is a good idea to write this down, perhaps on a recipe card or note pad and the only requirement of yourself is to look and watch for the blessing.
Ready. Set. Go!
Just imagine what could happen if, for the next 48 hours, everyone began watching, looking and listening for a sign, instead of worrying, fighting, and running the rat race.
This brings me to the recent book I am reading, "E Squared Nine Do It Yourself Experiments That Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality", by Pam Grout.
The title is rather self explanatory, if you have ever given this sort of topic any interest. If not, it means what is says, we create our own reality. We get what we think about. "Really", you say, "I've been thinking about money forever, and I still don't have any." Have you been thinking about having money, or the lack of it?
Now that the 'eye rollers' have left the room, let me share with you the first part of this book. My Kindle is showing I have only read 32%, so it will be a short report. I would also like to add that this is not the first book about this subject that I have read. It is just one of many that are tucked neatly within the digital pages of my electronic book reader.
Quantum physics proves to us that the universe, or Grand Master of the Universe, is with us at all times. It shows that this Source is not locked behind sky high gates, sitting inaccessible to the human race, casting judgement in our direction.
The first experiment in the book is called "The Dude Abides Principle" and is very easy to conduct.
First, pick a time to start. Second, write down the time and date. Third, ask this Source, Master, God, for a blessing.
You do not get to choose the blessing. You are simply asking for a blessing that you will know, without a doubt, like getting smacked up along side the head with a large stick, that the Source is making itself known to you. The only thing you get to "demand", so to speak, is the time frame in which this blessing will come to you, 48 hours.
It is a good idea to write this down, perhaps on a recipe card or note pad and the only requirement of yourself is to look and watch for the blessing.
Ready. Set. Go!
Just imagine what could happen if, for the next 48 hours, everyone began watching, looking and listening for a sign, instead of worrying, fighting, and running the rat race.
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