I'm just being honest here

I hate for people to have to visit my blog and see all that negative stuff about dentistry, although I will leave you with a link that has to do with that subject, and then I'll say no more about it.  I found this item, which tells me I did well to get out of that place. 

I have a confession to make; I have been depressed lately, and I think it's getting worse instead of better.  I have a feeling both politics and the pandemic are contributing to this terrible cloud of gloom and doom that hangs over my head.  I've learned a lot about myself during the past couple of years, and a lot about people in general, too; and very little about myself or others seems good.  

It bothers me that two political parties can't come together and compromise.  It bothers me when an individual can't accept that some of their beliefs might be wrong... as though everything about their philosophy is perfect because they are the only ones who know the right way.  That causes me to be all the more confused about my stance on things, so that I have no place to turn except God.  My daily Bible reading took me to Romans, a letter the apostle Paul wrote to the Church in Rome.  Chapter 14, to be specific.  Here are some of the things I read in the New Living Translation:

"Accept other believers who are weak in the faith, and don't argue with them about what they think is right and wrong."                             "God has accepted them.  Who are you to condemn someone else's servants?"                                                                                             "So why do you condemn another believer?"                                  "The kingdom of God is not a matter of what we eat or drink, but of living a life full of goodness and peace and joy in the Holy Spirit."

And yet, we have all these denominations, many of them insisting they are the only ones with the truth.  Heaven forbid they compromise in any way.  It's all about their precious rights, I guess.

Maybe that's one of the reasons why Church attendance keeps dropping.

No wonder I'm depressed.  Sorry about the preaching, but that's what is on my mind.  

And now, THIS BAD NEWS ABOUT COVID.

Well, it's hot

Alexa tells me it's 95° here in the country; weather.com says it'll be 100° tomorrow.  If we make it through that, temps start going down and highs will be in the 80's next week.  There are also possibilities for rain Saturday, which we sorely need.   

I finally got to the bottom of my problems trying to get my payment from Google; I was the one at fault, of course.  This morning I had an email saying my payment should show up in the next five days; I'm pretty sure it show up on my bank account in the morning.  The email told me to check my balance on Adsense, and sure enough, my balance was zero.

So now I'll just forget about it for three years or so, until I get surprised by another $100 gift.  

I read today that Pfizer may offer a third shot for those of us who already had the first two; they say it will offer another layer of protection.  Cliff and I will gladly get it if they decide to offer it.

 

My husband has been working on a project in the shop with me in mind.  What you see in this picture didn't pan out though, so he made changes.  This is, I believe, the fourth carryall he's made for me for various parade tractors; it's the smallest one ever, so it was sort of tricky figuring where I'd be seated.  With my help as a model, sitting on one seat and another until he figured out a solution, it's going to work just fine.  He makes stuff like this out of odds and ends he has on hand in his junk piles.

In spite of the heat, Cliff has been spending several hours in the shop every day working on this project so I can ride behind him when we take the Farmall Super C to parades with our club.  He will eventually paint the carryall "Farmall Red" to match the tractor, but he says he may not get that done until it's cooler.  I nag him to drink water every time I'm out there checking on him.

This is mine and Gabe's last turnaround when we go for our six AM walk.  We head for the house when we reach the pasture at the top of the hill.  We seem to encounter more mosquitoes on this section of our trail than anywhere else. 

Can you believe that the turnips I planted Sunday started germinating in less than 48 hours?  And this morning, on the third day after planting, look at how determined those tiny seeds are to live!  I do moisten them every day with water from the sprinkling can.

I believe that's all I have for today.  Pretty random, eh?