Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
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American religious history

It is 9:18 AM Friday morning. It is 55 degrees and sunny presently. It feels like early Autumn weather. I do not recall off hand when will be the first day of Summer 2020. It is too bad people all around me are dying from the Coronavirus Pandemic. It seems to me we have come to accept people are going to die from this plague so let's go about business like it is normal for people to die from COVID-19. It is better to get the American capitalistic system going than shut down everything due to a deadly plague killing people left and right. Money is king in America. Everybody wants to make a fast buck. Money is the root of all evil.

This morning I woke up around 5:30 AM from a weird dream. I had to go to the bathroom so I got up. When I went back to bed I could not fall back to asleep so I got up to face existence in a dead world. Carol was already up when I got up reading her Bible in the living room. I made a fresh pot of coffee and then had a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Carol left this morning to have breakfast with an old childhood friend. This childhood recently divorced her husband after being married for 45 years. I wonder why people get divorced after being married for so long? One would think in their old age folks you would want your lover by your bedside as you lay dying or sick in a hospital. I hate to think of a ex-spouse to left to die alone. For me ones marriage vows are eternal and should not be taken lightly. Marriage is an eternal relationship. For me love never dies. The Bible teaches that God hates divorce.

I did not read anything this morning. I have been dozing this morning. I did write in my paper diary this morning. Existence just keeps on decaying.

Last night I read my books and went to bed around 11 o'clock PM. I mainly read from these two books, 'There Is Simply Too Much To Think About: Collected Nonfiction' By Saul Bellow Edited By Benjamin Taylor and 'Truth's Ragged Edge: The Rise of the American Novel' by Philip F. Gura.
Carol went to bed around 9 o'clock PM and I went to bed around 11 o'clock PM. Now it is another day to count ones blessings one by one.

Well, I suppose I will close to face the dead American world. Last night we did have Caleb, Emily, Josie, and Cora Leigh over for dinner. They all left around 7:30 PM.

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