Early robust birdsong before dawn had fully lit the sky.
Early robust morning coffee aroma blending with the unfolding day’s scents.
Now I know why Bob liked this time of day, best 😉
I checked my FB Page; and had a Friend Request: granted 😊 We’ll see where it goes; I’m not good with new friendships. I’m too much for most people – too vociferous on too many topics; too much energy for people my age (65½); too interested in what’s going on, that in any way affects my personal life/livelihood; too much woman – just plain too much for most people. It takes a robust person, comfortable in their own skin, to be in my Tribe.
Then, I checked my Blog … and saw that one of my posts had been featured in the‘Craftastic Monday’ Blog Hop – I am glad others will be utilizing my patterns: they have been designed for a worthy cause.
As I was shutting the laptop down, Pam called and asked if I wanted to go walking with her out at Willow Grove; she knew it was Little Cloud’s birthday today (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2022/05/little-clouds-birthday.html), and she knew my spirit needed to be uplifted – plus, I’m always up for a stretching of the legs 😊
Pam and I go back a loooong way in friendship: just out of high school. New brides – new mothers. We lived in the same small hamlet town. For a while, we attended the same local church. We know the same people.
The walking … and the talking, is easy and carefree. We’ve been friends a long time.
We noticed the river was busy with fishermen, hoping to land a nice fat salmon. We also noticed that viewing platforms are being built out over the river in specific places. I’m not happy to see this new development: Discovery Passes requirements to utilize the Park, are sure to follow ☹
When we’d finished our morning walk, I dropped Pam off at her house and came home to plant my sprouted bush beans, cucumber, and corn seeds; and to broad-spread carrot seed in two planter boxes: rain is forecasted for the weekend, but the seeds needed watered this afternoon … especially the sprouted ones, if they are to robustly thrive.
As I was watering the various seeded boxes, I noticed that tiny apples were appearing on the Patio Apple Trees. I hadn’t expected any because of the late-season surprise snowfall and continuing cold snap that delayed Spring, here. But I am happy to see these little robust fruits!
After I was done dinking around in my garden area, I came inside and washed my muddy fingers; and got ready for my Zoom Meet with what I assumed were friends. Things went south quickly – remember how I said I am too much for some people? Well, until tonight, everything had been moving along smoothly and amicably: tonight, I didn’t grieve the Buffalo and Uvalde shootings robustly enough to satisfy everyone. People who are pro-choice (which is actually pro-abortion, just a pussy-footing way to embrace it), were robustly upset because I said “all lives matter” … that comment started a race war … and I just left the whole damned thing to fall in on itself. I also will not be attending any more of their Zoom Meets. I don’t make room for that kind of nonsense in my life.
Especially with people who claim to be Christians!
Admittedly everyone (except me, because I don’t have a TV running 24-7-365 in my home & I don't subscribe to the news rags), was highly emotional to start with, because of the shootings; but the race-baiting really was the straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak. I don’t engage in those types of games: and those types of games have NO PLACE in Christianity.
Elohim does not see people by the color of their skin. And Christians should be above that type of sterotyping.
Though they were very robust in their hypocritical piety – they lacked the robustness of a solid Christian foundation. In short, they showed themselves to be very shallow people with a racist bent (they assumed I am 'white' because my skin is light). It was a sad revelation (they courted me - I did not seek them out); but it did show just how critically divided we, as a Nation are.
And I should have known it would end this way, because they showed themselves at the Sedar, when they were snarkily, and kinda angrily surprised that Stan (a good looking black man) had married a white woman; rather than 'one of thier own'.
I should have known that they would also turn on me when hot-topic buttons got 'touched'. I was tracked down after the Seder, and pressed to join their Zoom Meets. I see now that I was just a body count to meet their Meet status. In the angry byplay, I found tonight, that I had not been fully embraced as a Friend: friends do not devour one another.
And I never engaged in high school popularity games – I don't intend to, now. Especially when they are poisonously tinged with racism in all it's ugly showings.
I won’t miss them.
I’m sure they won’t miss me.
And I’m robustly okay with that 😉
