Showing posts from September, 2022

Beep Beep Beep

This morning has been unusually peaceful.   I probably shouldn't say anything that would disrupt that.  You know, Murphy's Law. Here's the issue.  There is this construction site in my neighborhood.  It has been the bane of my existence since the spring.  I especially take issue with the reverse safety alarms on the backs of trucks and tractors.  They go "Beep!  Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!" all day long, every day since the snow melted back in the spring.   It is a ridiculous amount of torturous noise.  I even called the US OSHA to complain about it.  I honestly don't see why these things need to echo through the entire neighborhood so that you can hear them half a mile away.  It's torture.  It would be like being forced to listen to Baby Shark all day long, every day. I can't stand it.   The 2nd issue is the condition of the sidewalk near the entrance.  It is covered with mud and gravel and is caving in in one spot.  It gets worse every time it rains, the

On writing a blog like this

The book of Proverbs in the Bible is written in a genre known as Wisdom Literature.  My personal study of this particular book, although nothing formal, is what inspired me to start this blog about how to be a wise man.  I would love to grow it into something big that covers all aspects of life, but it will come along at its own pace.  I would like to produce one blog post a day for example, but in all honesty, I'm not sure that is possible.  Wisdom, you see, is not something that you can just pull out of your head at random to share with the world, especially for fools like me.   Becoming wise is always a work in progress.  There is always more to learn.  I have to do the work myself, it's something I have to seek.  Having wisdom comes with a great responsibility.  It's up to me to incorporate it into my life.  I have to act wisely, make good and responsible decisions, with fairness and kindness.  I have to know what I'm getting myself into.  I have to avoid the situat

The tormented among us

I know people who I believe are tormented in their lives.  We all are to some extent but some just run with it.  They are angry, hurt, ashamed, spew hatred, can't figure out why their lives aren't getting better.  The person could be a mental wreck but refuses the services that could help him or her get on their feet.  The person could be an alcoholic but refusing to see that they have a problem.  The person could be going through a difficult divorce and custody battle and fall into despair, only to be enhanced by the loss of everything they loved and worked for.  It's really sad when you come across one of these people.  You want to help them but there is only one who can and that is God.  But they don't believe it.  They think that religion is a joke or if they do believe, they are angry with God for all of their problems.   We all know someone like this.   It's a sad scenario.  We weren't made to live like that.  Life is supposed to have it's ups and down

Distraction, Focus, Distraction, Focus...

My biggest problem with praying my rosery is staying focused.  My mind tends to go a mile a minute sometimes.  Still, I try.  Still, I do.  I hope it's not empty.  I hope it's meaningful to God even when my mind wanders.    Here's an example.  I started watching a reality show on Hulu called Dance Mom's last night.  It's pathetically sad, but entertaining because these moms are pieces of work.  Sadly, they should also be reported to Child Protective Services, IMHO.  It's a guilty pleasure, I guess.  I watched three episodes from Season 1, like from 2010 I believe.  Shame on me. Anyway, while trying to pray this morning, my mind kept wandering back to the episodes I watched.  Specifically, I got a kick out of the arguements between the mom's and the instructor, the jealousy among the moms who were all trying to relive their childhoods through their own children, and it was funny watching them talk about each other behind each other's backs.  It's lik
Good Morning. It's Monday.  Does that suck for you?  

Faith and Spirituality - You're like the rope used in a game of Tug-o-War

I am a little more than halfway through the book Christ versus Satan in Our Daily Lives by Fr. Robert Spitzer.  It is very good.  It is opening my eyes as to how the devil is working in the world today, as well as how he is working in my own life against my conversion. I can see it in various friends and acquaintances that I have had throughout my life.  I can see it in one friend in particular, Lance, who was the guy who was sent to me to try to turn me away from my conversion at the very beginning of my spiritual journey to the church.  His whole take on it is that faith and spirituality was that it's a joke.  I was a fool for going down that path.  I was a slave who stood and knelt obediently.  He also introduced me to a different concept.  It was a set of books that he had been reading that mocked Christianity, turning it all into a conspiracy to control us and keep us in our place.  I will admit, it piqued my interest at first.  It just didn't work.  I had tasted the dar

Pay attention!

I know what you are doing.   You are staring at a screen.   In order to read this, you have to.  Many of you won't even read the whole thing.  Some of you will just move on.  Others will skim through it, scroll down, and move onto something else.  Maybe you'll see a pretty picture and your focus will be drawn to that.  You'll see a shiny object, and your attention will be drawn to that.  Maybe you'll get a push notification.  Stop everything!  You gotta see what that is.  Then later when you try to focus on something important, you'll distract yourself.  You'll suffer from a combination of attention deficit and information overload.  All of those flashing lights, interesting pictures and headlines that capture your attention if only for a split second, pulling it in every direction possible.   I want your attention too.   If you're here, I want you to read this.  I'm trying to tell you something.  I'm trying to teach you something about life in the 2

A ghost story

My thoughts this morning have turned to something that happened a long time ago.    I had an apartment, back in the early 1990's with my first wife that I believe was haunted.  There are just things that would happen.  I'd be reading late at night, for example, and would hear the pitter patter of little feet running down the hallway.  I figured one of the kids was up and went to check on them but they would be sound asleep.  There would also be things like spoons falling off the counter, cabinet doors opening and closing, toys being moved around, etc. I knew I wasn't totally crazy because the wife would hear it too.  It was freaky.   Then one night while meditating, an image popped into my mind of a child at the front door waiting to leave.  Her bags were packed, I assume it was a girl, and she was dressed for travel as if she were from the early 1900's.  And she looked sad. That was also around the time when I started looking into occult stuff, so I can't say if it

First Day of School!!! Yay!!!

What a glorious day.  The sun is shining, the birds are probably singing somewhere although I can't hear them at the moment, but that's ok because it's the first day of school!  Woo Hoo!   Nor for me, for my daughter.   Do you know what this means?  It means I will have time to do stuff!  I will have the days to go off and do my thing!  I will have.... Wait for it... It's coming.... Freedom! Ok maybe that's a little harsh.  I love my daughter.  I cherish the time we spend together.  I'm totally going to miss it when she grows up.  And I hate dealing with the school.  They are too woke and it comes with a lot more bullshit in this day and age than it ever did when I was a kid.   Still, I'm going to enjoy the me time.  I can do what I need to do.  I will have some time to do what I want to do.  Yes it comes with a ton of bullshit, but today, I'm just going to enjoy.