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Over the cliff, onto the rocks

Saying for the Day
Life is full of obstacle illusions. ~Grant Frazier

Picture of the Day
Our new Mantle

One of the few goals I have left in life is to blog every day.
But I don’t just want to publish something. I want every entry to be the best possible.
I want them to be prize winning entries. They need to be funny but deeply philosophical and filled with the pathos of every day life.
The problem is that my life is so horrendously, traumatically , pathetically boring that I have nothing to blog about.
One of the blogers that I read all the time just shared a remarkable trip to Poland with pictures. That was good for multiple blogs all winners.
I hardly ever leave the house.
One of the blogs I love to read shared the bloggers trip to Egypt complete with pictures and nasty Russians. Each entry was a masterpiece.
I hardly ever leave the house.
One of the really great blogs gave us a tour of old buildings on an Iowa campus complete with pictures and ghosts. Who could ask for more.
The only building tour I can give you is of this fantastically boring house because I almost never leave it.
One blogger I check out every day shares the joys and wonder of being a Canadian bus driver. Now that’s good reading.
I no longer have a driver’s licensee and hardly ever leave the house. Pathetic isn’t it.
One blogger shares her shopping adventures with nasty , unkind people and parents who can’t control their kids.
I ,when I go shopping , which is not very often, have the misfortune of running in to only nice helpful people and who wants to read about that.
One of the blogs I visit shows the artwork of a truly gifted individual .
I can not draw a decent stick figure or an indecent one either for that matter.
One blogger gives us the most mouth watering recipes and tells us what wine to drink with them.
The last time I cooked I filled the kitchen with wonderful black smoke and being as boring as I am I never drink alcoholic beverages.
One blogger tells delightful stories of the antics of her children and the funny things they say.
My children have all grown up and believe me they aren’t funny.
Then there is the Canadian blogger that uses great art and everyday life to illustrate deep philosophical truths.
I wouldn’t know great art if it fell on my head.
Then there are the hatred for a good cause bloggers. They pour out their hatred for this or that because deep inside they feel that person or group really needs to be hated. Lots of them really hate President Bush.
I , on the other hand, am cursed with the need to see how people on both sides of an issue feel. I need to see them as children of God. But that makes for really dull blogging. Hate is so much more exciting.
So you see my problem.
Given my dull , boring life I have set an impossible goal to blog every day.
Perhaps, I should quit and take up knitting.
Now that’s not a bad idea .
But then I might have something to blog about.
Besides my arthritis won’t let me.
I guess I will just have to blog on.

News from Pigeon Falls

The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
The shadow is now beyond the Maki farm and moving toward the town. Yesterday it covered ten feet of railroad track. The engineer felt they could just ride through it. But first they put a forty foot box car in front of the engine and pushed it in . It never came out the other side but they were able to back it out unharmed.
The Homeland Security people are desperately trying to get an Atomic bomb dropped on Pigeon Falls as they put it “Before it is to late to save the world”. The problem seems to be that President Bush refuses to sign off on the bomb and it can’t be dropped without his signature. According to the usual reliable sources Bush says he is already unpopular and he does not intend to go down in history as the President who dropped an Atomic bomb on a U.S. town.
This morning Tammy and Tommy UK are going back to visit Mabel, Herman’s mother. They would rather talk to Herman but they can’t find him. With the shadow approaching the town they feel they have to do something. Besides Tammy thinks that Mabel knows something that might help them. They are bringing with them the picture of the three items ( cow, rocking chair, bird) that was posted on Nancy’s bulletin board. It might help jar her memory.
Poor Herman is hiding in the shed back of Eino’s used car garage. He doesn’t know if the end of Pigeon Falls was a dream or a vision. He is afraid it was a vision. But it shouldn’t have been because he was sober and his visions always came when he was drunk. He is scared and confused. He almost wishes that he had never become a seer.
Pastor Joan has put up the Christmas decorations on the outside of the parsonage. She has a beautiful lit manger scene. She feels that people should know that she believes the town will see Christmas and life will go on. A few of the members of Last Lutheran have followed her example and despite the shadow it looks a little more like Christmas is coming. The manager scene has been set up in the town square which doesn't belong to the town as the ACLU discovered last year.
Did Herman have just a dream or did he see the end of Pigeon Falls? Will Bush give in? Will the bomb drop? Will the shadow cover the whole town by Christmas? Does Mabel know something? And of course , though nobody really cares, is Tommy UK really the undertaker’s kid? Possibly these and questions not yet thought of will be answered tomorrow in New from Pigeon Falls.

Wrap Up

Another good day. I started the day by writing this blog. Then I worked on the bulletin for the St. Mark's website. After that we got the e-Bay packages ready to mail and after lunch sent them off with Betty to the Post Office. I then looked at the words for the Saturday Wordzzle and cried.Finally I forced myself to start because I needed to finish the Agent 012 adventure before I could start on Monday's picture story. Then I visited all of Tier one, two, and three blogs. Now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA

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