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Friday, June 5, 2020

UNEXPECTED JOLLITY

And what treats those unexpected things were to my life this afternoon :-D

I am so sick and tired of the bitter hatefulness that has gripped this Nation since 2009. Every day barak hussain obama was playing out his political coup and inciting racial division from 2009 to 2017, I was waking up wondering if I still had a Country to live freely in, and feel blessed with. Now, it seems like those nightmare years are replaying again with obama acting like he’s still in the Oval Office inciting bitter racial hatred and applauding cities going up in flames. And his lapdog, sleepy biden, hidin’ in his basement bunker doing daily broadcasts further fanning the flames of racism, class separation, and rabid hate on President Trump.

It has gotten so bad, that I do not recognize America anymore – and I’ve lived through 4 decades of violent riots and social unrest. But NEVER have I witnessed so much hateful destruction, racist behavior, and perverse glee in wickedness. That people are actually being hypnotized by race-baiting-obama, snake-eyed-biden, and their demoncrat cretans (witch pelosi and her flying monkeys) to think that reverse racism is okay makes me sick to my stomach. Again – as in that 8 year obama/biden reign of terror – I am waking up every morning wondering if I still have a Country to be proud of, and thankful for. The racial hatred taking place on a daily basis with pelosi cackling her hateful rhetoric – while daring to use the Bible as her personal blugeon; muslims throwing molotov cocktails (bottle bombs) into crowds; delusional black people looting, burning neighborhoods & cars, shooting black policemen, & forcing white people to their knees on sidewalks to bully them into apologizing for being white and having “white privileges” … and they wonder WHY they get NO respect: the pure animalistic behavior taking place in every state with demoncrat governors who refuse to defuse the racist anarchy is so wrong on so many levels.

I’m sick and tired of hearing that we “need to understand” the destructive fury of the rage-filled black man. I’m sick and tired of being told we “need to understand” rampant black racism. I’m sick and tired of black oppression in America towards Americans they think owes them something for nothing.

I’m sick and tired of watching America go up in flames while the flames of black racism is fanned into a divisional inferno that has spread across this Nation like wildfire since the 1950’s, when black elitist malcom x birthed the warped religion of black nationalism founded on the evilness of islam, mixed with marxist rhetoric. barak hussain obama did his best to foist that twisted mindset on Americans for 8 long and torturous years – now sleepy joe is piping the same hypnotic tune to snare the weak and unwary. 

I’m sick and tired of people and politicians placing skin color and chosen lives above other lives. ALL LIVES MATTER!


 

Reverse racists pretending their racism is more noble than anyone else’s, and brainwashed minions pledging ‘solidarity’ WITH RACISTS are ignorantly and arrogantly pushing a racist agenda … and baby killers holding signs that claim they support the right to life WHILE SCREAMING FOR their rights to kill their baby is insanity. These people are insane with sanctimonious self-righteousness and too stupid to see that they are their own worst enemy.


So, being blessed with unexpected cheer and playfulness was very welcomed today :-D

I woke up early this morning: 6:30 AM; was checking my garden beds by 7 AM, and was driving to Riverside Park in Lexington by 9 AM. I wanted to be where good vibes and good memories are.


Bob and I spent 2/3rd's of our married life walking around the Park; and along the dike. That Park is as much ‘home’ to me as Eden Valley is – I feel Bob’s presence in both places.

I needed to feel the comfort of Bob’s lingering presence this morning.

I could almost hear his laughter on the breeze …

Everywhere I looked were reminders of him when he walked with me, and loved me, like a man: the paved paths around the Park perimeters where we used to walk, hand in hand/arms around each other’s torsos/talking lovers’ talk & sharing friendly chit-chat/stopping every so often to kiss & cuddle/where he walked with grandchildren perched on his broad and capable shoulders; the park bench he liked to sit on when he watched the squirrels, and threw them peanuts; the graveled dike roads we used to walk together – both sides of the highway/the cement cistern he would rest on once in a while to take a few drinks of bottled water, and watch the river/where he’d stop & point out seals frolicking in the river waters/where we’d let Tyson leisurely walk us, and where we’d unleash Precious and let her run free/where he’d stop and leash Precious again (so people weren’t freaked out by our wolf: Bob always educated people on wolves) & and chat with other dog owners being walked by their furry companions/where we’d watch our children and grandchildren skip and hop – and look for wild bunnies when we reached the Rabbit Trail … so many wonderful and joyful memories. Decades of memories.


But, now it is just me/myself/& I – a graying solo lobo, walking The Park, and the dike – just for the pleasure of walking: Tyson, Precious, and Bob are all in Heaven now; walking together beyond the clouds.

I like to walk. Walking frees my mind and strengthens my body. When I am walking, I can literally feel the hampering fetters of the cares and worries of the world slipping off me – the paces quickens and there is a spring to my step. My senses sharpen and I am in harmony with nature.


Time is irrelevant, and I am enjoying myself :-D


I headed first for the graveled dike road that would eventually leave the Park behind:

Fisherman at Riverside Park.
Bob & I watched this bridge being built the Spring of 2006 - April thru Sept. 2007. We would walk along the dike with our Pomeranian and Wolf; every day.
Tyson - he had the attitude, too ;-)
Precious ... the name fit :-D

At the bridge, I crossed the highway and continued along the dike …

Residents living along the dike are making use of riverside property … bet it’s a nice outdoor escape on hot humid nights.
An unexpected surprise.
The sad part of this particular hike …

Tagging the gate at the end of the graveled road (and laughing out loud because that action is a left-over remnant of our childhoods Bob and I both indulged – we would always grin at each other when we did this), I turned and backtracked back to the Park:

I like wild daisies & foxgloves; they always make my heart happy – and my mouth always curves into a smile when I see them.
Mixed fuchsia& white foxgloves breed a pink species that blooms white along the stalk, with the bottom ‘gloves’ turning pink as the season progresses. White foxgloves are rare, so it’s always a treat to the eyes to see them ;-)

Back on Park property, I left the dike road and started walking the paved blacktop trails – I wanted to drag the walk out, and to rack up the mileage: when the State fully opens up and the Hiking Club kicks into full go-mode, I want to have my body ready to meet the challenge of some of the longer and more strenuous hikes mentioned in the Newsletters ;-)

A squirrel appeared just as I was wondering if I’d see one: Bob was on my mind; he loved watching and feeding the squirrels here.
3.6 mile hike in 1 hr.20 minutes of brisk walking.

Leaving the Park, and satisfied that I completed the hike without my lungs seizing up, or my body forcing me to a standstill along the way; I decided to stop at Kerby’s and get a fish & chips basket …

The guy who took my order remembered me from the last time I’d stopped and ordered; so, he knew just what I was hungering for ;-)
I browsed a curbside flea market stand across from Kerby’s fish stand.
I paid $10 for a real nice $50 stoneware set – that’s a pretty good deal!
I also bought small-capacity cooking dishes for solo lobo meals.

When I got back home, I decided to water the garden boxes – I’m sure all the walking back and forth from the farthest rain barrel to e.v.e.r.y.s.i.n.g.l.e.g.a.r.d.e.n.b.o.x. every time the watering can emptied, racked up another half mile … which would bring my hiking total for the day to 4 miles ;-)

And I found a bit of humor too, between the walking back and forth:

I laughed when I spotted this UFO looking river rock while I was standing at a rain barrel waiting for my watering can to fill. LOL!

Inside, I placed this pretty pink Cyclamen in the oriental style vase I bought in 2018, the last time Bob and I were together at the Adna Floral Nursery plant sale.

For months, I cried every time I saw this vase beckoning me – it never even got used before Bob’s life this side of Heaven ended.

But, I didn’t cry when I put it to use now; now it makes me happy to look at it …


Love makes everything bearable :-D

I love You, Yeshua: You are MESSIAH & KING and you lavish my life with love – thank You for my pleasant day.


I love you, Babe – thank you for giving me so much love, it elbows the chaos out of my life.


HAPPY SHABBAT!

“A merry heart doeth good like a medicine” (Proverbs 17:22)

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