'It Must Have Been a Lie'

Today is November 28, 2024, and it is Thanksgiving night. I have had two Thanksgiving dinners today. I had not had two Thanksgiving dinners since the days when there were multiple places to have Thanksgiving dinners. For me, that was mainly Thanksgiving at Dad's and Thanksgiving at Mom's. To be honest, I can't remember when I last had two Thanksgivings. It had been a long time. I have a cousin here in town with dozens of descendants. Then I had a second Thanksgiving with friends. So I am pretty full of turkey and dressing, mashed potatoes and gravy, and green beans. I really didn't eat a whole lot of dessert, but I am still full and it's moving toward midnight pretty soon. Well, 11:00, really. So, now the Christmas season really begins. Black Friday. What a terrible concept. I guess "black" is supposed to refer to lots of money, right? Red as in "being in the red" means broke, and black means plenty of money. I don't know. Sales and all that. I already did the bulk of my Christmas shopping at Barnes and Noble the other day and yesterday got them wrapped and in a box. Hallelujah. I became aware today that this was leap year, and I discovered that in 5th century Ireland they started a custom of women proposing to men on Leap Day. I thought it was the whole year, but I had not even realized that it was leap year until today, so there you go.I totally missed my opportunity to propose to someone. Of course in the 5th century, they probably didn't have gender dysphoria, and knew what a woman was, and marriage was between a man and a woman. I am not believing what nonsense has been occurring in our world, especially since 2020. All I know is, like I wrote yesterday, we are heading into some rough waters. It's going to be times that "try men's souls." I believe that. I don't want to complain, especially on Thanksgiving Day, so I won't. But I'm tempted to complain about the cold and about standard time. I can really live without cold weather and standard time, although we have pretty mild winters, comparatively speaking, in Kansas. I am thankful to live in Kansas. I am thankful to live at all. I am thankful for winter, spring, summer and fall. I like rhyming when it comes out, but I haven't touched my rhyming dictionary for years... When I lived in Louisiana, they had no fall, and hardly any winter. The coldest it got, it still felt like the beach on a summer day, and that was especially weird at Christmas time, because there were all the Christmas decorations in the store windows and everything, but warm weather, no snow, no snowmen, no blizzardy conditions or any way to know the season had changed, because the seasons never really changed very much there. And that's fine. I like everywhere I've lived, but I guess I'm still glad to be home in Kansas. I used to tell people that Kansas was "a good place to be from." How disparaging. Good grief. My grandparents and my dad and my uncles were excited to move to Topeka in 1933, and were proud to live anywhere in Kansas. To be honest, I become more glad to live in Kansas every year that we become crazier as a country. We are still pretty normal, generally speaking, here in the middle of this great land. There are rumblings everywhere of terrible things getting ready to happen, and how we need to prepare for them. Well, the only way I know to prepare is to pray and try to live right. People are worried about the future. I don't want to worry about the future. I don't need to worry about the future as long as I know where I'm going when I die. "The wicked flee when no one pursues, But the righteous are bold as a lion" (Proverbs 28:1). Jesus said to be anxious about nothing. Do not worry, do not be afraid, and, so, I won't. I hope you won't either. This is a comparatively short entry, but I guess I should not be comparing. Just because I've been writing over 1,000 words every night doesn't mean I have to do that every night for the rest of my life. Maybe I can spend some time writing during the day in the next couple of days. I keep writing and it keeps not appearing on the page. Maybe God is trying to tell me to hang it up for now. There was a message a while ago that said the update failed. I don't know. Whatever I wrote, it must have been a lie. That's what my grandmother used to say when she couldn't remember what she was going to say. "It must have been a lie," she would say. I just remembered that. I'm supposed to be remembering things. That is supposed to be what I'm supposed to be thinking about writing. Things I remember. Otherwise, what is there to write about? What's "on my mind," they say on Facebook. Right. As if they care about what's on my mind. They care about what's on my mind about as much as they care about the man in the moon. What a joke. What's on my mind right now is that I am thankful for the presence of Jesus and I wish everybody had it. But they don't. So, in the mean time, it's getting to be time to turn in. My old stay up until 2:00 a.m.plan really is probably not a good plan. I hope I haven't let you down too much. Maybe my brain will be renewed in the morning. Goodnight, friends.