It has been far too long since my last post. In my defense, I've been very busy. And as I age, my mind is slowing down considerably. ...squirrel!

Seven Days Later

Here it is seven days later and the headache is almost gone.
I bought a Netti Pot today, and to my surprise, it helped. Surprise is the word because Doctor Oz had these on his show, and says they are great.

You see, as a rule I try to avoid anything endorsed by Oprah, and that would include things her doctor friend recommends. But the sinus trouble has been intense and I blame it on the pain.

So picture me standing in front of the bathroom mirror, head tipped slightly forward and to the left, while I pour a small pot of warm saline into my right nostril. These are things you shouldn't see, much less do. It felt strange as my sinus cavity began to fill with liquid; almost like drowning except I could breathe through my mouth. And then came the pouring... the pouring from the other nostril - into the sink.

I'll spare any further details and simply say it helped. Other than needing to blow water out of my nose for the next hour I felt much better. The pain didn't go away completely, but for the first time in a while I could tell it was better, on the mend even.

So chalk one up for Dr. Oz. I guess a renowned heart surgeon can't be a coplete moron, even if he is a friend of "O."

And now, once more before bed-time, I think I'll whip up a batch of saline...

Sufficiency at 2:30 AM

As the title suggests, I am up at a wee hour of the morning, so don't expect wisdom and humor to match my earliest posts.

Honestly, this morning I just wanted to put down my thoughts on God's sufficient Grace in my life.

I've been nursing a headache for the past three days. Sometimes it screams through my temple and my right eye like lightning. Sometimes even the softest noise or the slightest touch causes pain. Maybe it's a migraine; maybe it's an ear and sinus infection. All I can say for sure is that it hurts and I'm tired of it.

Naturally I've asked God for releif. I want Him to take it away. I want to wake up in the moring without pain. I want to be better.

The Apostle Paul tells of his "thorn in the flesh" in II Corinthians, chapter 12. He says that so he would "not become arrogant" he was sent a "messenger from Satan" to trouble him. While not wishing to compare my headache to Paul's trouble, I find comfort in God's response when Paul asked -three times- to be free from it. God said "My grace is enough for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." And Paul's response: "So then, I will boast most gladly about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may reside in me."

Imagine that... Through our weaknesses the Power of Christ resides in us.

God may take this pain away and He may leave it with me. Truth is, I am surrounded by friends and loved ones with whom God has shown His strength through their pain and weakness. And I can only hope to wear it as well as they do, glorifying God and rejoicing in His Sufficiency.

And now it is closing in on 3:00. I must surrender to the pillow so that I may try again tomorrow. Good night all (that's currently two of you, Nicole and Danielle.)
Don't click off just yet though. Watch this space for further instructions: <<____________>>

Is there any more perfect food than the Macdonalds French Fry?
Well maybe the Sonic Tater Tot.
...It's a close call.

This is just like Tweeting but without all those annoying followers.. (apologies to my TWO followers.)

Hello blog.
I must say I'm fascinated with our ability to glom onto every next-new-concept. I mean seriously, here I sit, tiny phone in hand, texting out this latest event on a full QWERTY keyboard that's smaller than my palm.

Why, you ask?

Because I can. -That's it... Really...

I have 2 PC's, 2 laptops, all with normal sized keys. But here I sit, meticulously poking letters the size of ants just because Google made it available. Never mind that this is taking far too long. So what if my hands ache from the tiny typing. Who even cares that I lose my train of thought while I hunt for the letters? The important thing is: I'm current! I'm not too old to get it! I'm cool! (or is it "hip" I'm not sure.)

Yet another midlife crisis averted.

Phew.

And here I am at the laptop now. My thumb keeps hitting the mouse pad, making all kinds of weirdness happen. (crisi back on...)

I've added texting to my blog.
Now I can opine on the go!
.... I feel so special.

I am somewhat brain-dead tonight. This is the perfect time to start a new entry. I am compelled to feed my loyal followers with wit, wisdom and sincerity. Unfortunately, I'm a bit witless, and if you read my last post you know I'm short on wisdom too. But I'm chock full of sincerity. So read on loyal fans, read on.

Four score and seven years ago...
Well actually four score and seven years ago, on October 30, 1922, the Fascists Party marched on Rome and Benito Mussolini became prime minister of Italy. To top off the wonder of "four score and seven years ago," on December 29, 1922, the "Treaty on the Creation of the USSR" was approved and The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics became a reality.

Fascism, according to the American Heritage dictionary, is defined as "A philosophy or system of government that is marked by stringent social and economic control, a strong, centralized government usually headed by a dictator, and often a policy of belligerent nationalism."
Socialism, according to the book "Marx for Beginners" is defined as an "economic, social and political doctrine which expresses the struggle for the equal distribution of wealth by eliminating private property and the exploitative ruling class. In practice, such a distribution of wealth is achieved by social ownership of the means of production, exchange and diffusion."

Do either of these sound suspiciously like a new direction of hope and change...?

I think it fitting to borrow from our 16th president who mourned the loss of Americans at a great battlefield. After all, we now find ourselves again mourning the loss of Americans, and our own country is again becoming the battlefield. Only now it is the president himself working to bring about the destruction of this "Shining City on a Hill" as he seems to ally himself far more closely with those rulers of 1922 than he does the great and honorable Mr. Lincoln.