I was the older man in her life.  She used to have a close relationship with her Dad.  Then he was no longer there.  We started talking for hours at a time.  She broke her foot and was sidelined for several months at home so I started calling her at home.  She told me she did not have a relationship with a older male since her Dad passed.  Her husband did not care I talked to her but I had to discontinue calling her and having long talks.  My wife did not want me talking to her.  It was a little odd being considered the older man, which I was; but I never viewed myself as such.  Anyway, I stopped the calls.

My friend pointed out I might live till seventy-five–ten more years.  This conversation was kindled by my discussion of buying a digital camera and what kind.  I just get exactly what I want.  Maybe, I will live another ten years.  Maybe, not.  I should get the camera with the features I want.  I do have some birthday money.  It is certain I will not live another sixty-five years so he had a point.

‘We were feeling vulnerable again.’  This was stated by some nameless politician on the TV.  But it could have been uttered by almost any politician after the bombing at the Boston Marathon.  It is all rhetoric.  They don’t speak the truth.  There are no guarantees.  We live in a dangerous and unpredictable world.  It always has been.  It will happen again.  People are murdered every day by guns in the US.

It goes beyond rhetoric. ‘Malicious politicians with nefarious schemes.’  this is a line from a song.  Isn’t that the truth?  The politicians will use this incident to take away more civil liberties.  Our rights have been taken away from us one by one.  All in the name of freedom.  We will protect you from bombings and mass murderers.  The fact is those in power can’t prevent such incidents.  They lie and step by step take away our freedoms and we let them because we are scared.  And want protection, which they really can’t guarantee.  They lie and are thieves.  It is the politicians we need protection from.

I felt bad about the Norfolk pine dying at the post office.  It was looking so full and healthy.  The postmaster neglected watering it regularly and branches starting drying up and breaking off.  When a branch does that, it is too late.  Not all of the branches were breaking off:  parts of the tree were still healthy so the tree was not beyond hope.  She was watering regularly the tree now but I remember the way it had looked and I felt sad.

There is one reason why many want to blame and target the mentally ill for travesties like Sandy Hook Elementary, where over twenty were gunned down mostly children.  It is easier.  The young man who perpetrated those murders must be crazy.  And other mass murderers like the man at Virginia Tech.  People are scared.  They want a scapegoat.  Despite the fact few of these mass murderers are even in the mental health system.  They must be crazy to have done that–gunned down and killed innocent people.  By all means strengthen the background checks to buy guns and ammo.  The fact is there is a Devil in this world and evil exists.  No one wants to face that.  Or even admit that.  It is easier to say these murderers are crazy.

And yesterday another travesty occurred at the Boston marathon.  More evil.  Many people including the FBI are trying to figure out who is responsible for that cowardly act injuring over an hundred people–some people who will never be the same again.  Two bombs were deliberately set off in a crowded area.  This dastardly act was designed to instill fear in others.  And kill innocent people.  It is being called a terrorist act.  More evil.  I don’t care who the perpetrators are and how they justify those acts.  It is evil.  Designed to strike fear into others.  It is a cowardice and pure unadulterated evil.  And you fight evil with truth and courage.  And with Him who will never leaves you.

Every day I have to thank God for his blessings.  I will repeat this over and over.  I owe Him everything.  Every provision.  My health.  Everything.  I get into trouble when I take Him for granted.  I, also, have to remind myself life, also, is not fair.  Every day I have to thank Him for every moment.  I owe Him everything.  Every blessing.  Every breath I take.

Yesterday a dead squirrel lay in the street opposite our driveway.  It looked like it could have been dead only a short time.  I used a large branch to move the carcass across the street.  I did not want any other car driving over it.  I know there are plenty of squirrels in the area and it is not that unusual to see a dead one on the road; nevertheless when I saw a dead one near my street, it became more personal.  I did note it disappeared by the next day.  Maybe, a vulture picked its bones.  I really don’t know.  I just felt sorry for it.

Somehow I felt relieved after both of my parents died.  I could be my own person easier.  They were not telling me I did not match up any longer or something I was doing wasn’t right.  My father never told me exactly how I did not match up.  I just knew I didn’t.  I had gotten into debt and that was a cardinal sin and I did not make much money.  That is what he was impressed by–money.  Nothing I did.  Mom was overly concerned about appearances.  Looking right to the rest of the world.  I did not have to deal with any of that any longer.  They were not looking over my shoulders any longer.  I was just relieved.

‘Songs To Aging Children Come’  This is the title and a line from an early Joni Mitchell song I heard in the late sixties.  In the song she says in beautiful language and this is a paraphrase:  there is all this beauty around and don’t you see it.  I do.  And she ends the song saying:  ‘songs to aging children come.  This is one’.  Back then and now I identified with the song.  Another line was ‘people hurry by so quickly, don’t they hear the melodies…’

I saw all this beauty around me as a young adult and others were not seeing it.  I could not understand that.  Even today.  I starting writing back then to the present to record this marvelous world before me and slow down my pace so I could capture this beauty.  Then she ends the song:  ‘Songs to aging children come.  This is one.’  I had to grow up and still be child-like so I understood her song perfectly.  I was not all alone.

I was watching the robin swallow the five inch worm.  The bird could not do it right away.  It took a few tries before it completely swallowed the whole thing.  It was snowing and there was a large bare patch under the pine tree under which it dug up the worm.  Later on I saw another robin foraging under the tree.  They must have a hard time when it snows to do that.  This is another spring snow storm.

I don’t want more things to come into my house, that is cluttered enough; although we have made much progress.  I am as responsible as my wife for more things coming into my house.  There is always another book or another piece of music to purchase.  When both of us go, someone will have a massive job to clear the house.  I mentioned this to my wife and she did not seem concerned about this.  We have made much progress in decluttering our house.  It seems a losing battle.  I really have to determine (in our will) what truly is important.  To me it is my journals and poems.  I don’t know what things my wife wants to bequeath if anything.  Right now we have a menagerie (seven cats and four dogs) but they are starting to get up in age, particularly, the cats, where the youngest one is nine years old.  I am sure my wife would want them to go to a good home if any animals were left when both of us are gone.  You never know how much time you have.  And death may come suddenly.  You never know.

Every person has a different cross to bear.  In Paul’s case (from the New Testament) it was his ‘thorn in the flesh’ God would not remove despite his fervent prayers.  Sometimes prayers will resolve a situation or physical infirmity but sometimes not.  His answer is, “No.”  Every person has something different to deal with.  Sometimes, also, we create our own hell.  And sometimes it is not our fault.  It is our unique situation.  It could be fractured relationships.  Maybe, a mom or dad or sibling or friend or mate.  We can not even compare ourselves to someone else.  That really does not help.  Everyone has problems.  That is the way it is.  Every person has a different cross to bear.  It is really out of our hands.  All you can do is pray.  And change what is in your power to change.  And leave the rest up to Him.  Everything is by grace.