Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
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the contemporaneity of all ages

It is 11:57 AM Saturday late morning here in West Michigan. It has bee snowing all morning. I wonder if the snow will stop by Noontime.

I got up this morning around 7:35 AM. I woke up feeling hung over. I wandered to the kitchen and got a bottle of cold water. I carried my cold water bottle to our living room and sat slowing waking up. It is such a blessing to wake up with cold water and a roof over ones head. I am thankful for this living space in this dead world. I feel pain for the countless millions who have no home. It must be scary being homeless. I wonder how folks can live on the streets of Babylon for years with no source of income.

I decided around 8:15 AM to make myself a portion of oatmeal for breakfast. I do not remember if I ate oatmeal as a boy in Norfolk Virginia.

As I was eating my mush Carol arrived home from work. She did OK being back to work after being off for three weeks. Tonight she goes into work around Midnight.

I spent the morning basically writing in my paper diary and reading from a book titled, 'Oranges & Peanuts For Sale' essays by Eliot Weinberger. So has gone by Time, it is now 12:04 PM.

Last night after Carol left for work I filmed a video for my Youtube channel and read from a book titled, 'Blood Orchid: An Unnatural History Of America' by Charles Bowden. I also read last night,'Oranges & Peanuts For Sale' essays by Eliot Weinberger. I might start reading today a book I got in the mail yesterday titled, 'American Dirt' a novel by Jeanine Cummins.

Well, I will close to drift through this existence bestowed on me by God my heavenly Father.

"[1] Now I say, That the heir, as long as he is a child, differeth nothing from a servant, though he be lord of all;
[2] But is under tutors and governors until the time appointed of the father.
[3] Even so we, when we were children, were in bondage under the elements of the world:
[4] But when the fulness of the time was come, God sent forth his Son, made of a woman, made under the law,
[5] To redeem them that were under the law, that we might receive the adoption of sons.
[6] And because ye are sons, God hath sent forth the Spirit of his Son into your hearts, crying, Abba, Father.
[7] Wherefore thou art no more a servant, but a son; and if a son, then an heir of God through Christ." Galatians 4:1-7

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