Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
Crooked Finger

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the Bear Russia is growling

It is 9:50 AM Tuesday morning here in West Michigan. It is 22 degrees outside this morning and the sun is shining. I can hear in the mornings now birds singing. Maybe Spring has finally come to haunt us.

I walked around our house this morning to see if Winter had left any damage to our fortress in the American Wasteland. I had to walk on hard frozen snow to circle around our house. The snow is slowly melting, which is a blessing. I can feel some stirrings of Spring in my old bones lately. My favorite seasons of the year are Spring, Autumn and Summer. I am thankful we only have one season of Winter and not four.

Carol is not home yet from work because she had a hair cut appointment after work. She is getting herself ready for her trip. Carol has been packing for her trip. She leaves for Arizona this coming Thursday. I wonder if America will start a war with Russia while she is gone. We are in the Last Days.

I plan to go to a grocery store this morning to buy some food. I might change my mind since right now the thought of leaving the house scares me.

I got up this morning around 6:50 AM. I made a pot of coffee when I got up and then messed with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and read my books on The Acts of the Apostles. So goes by existence.

Last night I watched television and went to bed around 11 o'clock PM. Well, I suppose I will close to wait for the bombs to start dropping. The world is coming to an end. Look up your redemption draws nigh! "Behold, He is coming with clouds, and every eye will see Him, even they who pierced Him. And all the tribes of the earth will mourn because of Him. Even so, Amen." Rev. 1:17.

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