Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
Crooked Finger

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It is in the death flow 10:14 AM Sunday morning. A cold damp gray day here in West Michigan. Existence keeps flowing.

I got up this morning around 7:30 AM. I stayed up late night making a video for my YouTube channel. I was really tired last night and on my video I come off totally wasted. We got to be real in this fake American world.

When I got up this morning I found my wife in the kitchen getting Sunday dinner together. Today Caleb, Emily, and baby Josie are coming over for dinner and family time from Grand Rapids. Carol made a fresh pot pea soup for dinner this afternoon. Along with the fresh pea soup we will have baked pig-in-the blankets.

I made for us oatmeal for breakfast. After breakfast I messed with our main computer. I have been mainly listening to Bach and the Jayhawks this morning on my stereo. Carol left for church around 9:59 AM this morning. I wrote in my paper diary this morning. I will soon be on page 1 January 2016. Another year would have gone down the drain.

There is not much else to report this morning. We might watch professional football this afternoon on TV.

"[1] Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them;
[2] While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain:
[3] In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened,
[4] And the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low, and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of musick shall be brought low;
[5] Also when they shall be afraid of that which is high, and fears shall be in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail: because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets:
[6] Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern.
[7] Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.
[8] Vanity of vanities, saith the preacher; all is vanity." Ecclesiastes 12:1-8

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