You Might Try This

Culinary spontaneity strikes unexpectedly, and while recipe sharing isn’t my usual forte, this particular creation defies traditional cookbook conventions.

One quarter-pound raw ground round placed in a small, medium-heated saucepan with about one-eighth of an inch of BBQ sauce. I used Charles Vergos Rendezvous Original. Cook until done to taste, turning frequently.

After my wife savored the first bite, I knew there was no chance of reclaiming the delectable morsel. Her love for barbecue cuisine was undeniable, a passion that never wavered. Next time, I’ll experiment by adding crispy bacon to the mix, embracing the culinary wisdom that declares bacon makes everything more delicious.

Alongside our main dish, we’ll savor some delectable Bush’s barbecue beans, perfectly complementing the meal with their rich, smoky flavor.

When hosting a gathering, you might want to consider some adjustments to the recipe. The burger’s temperature was remarkably intense, nearly scorching my tongue upon first bite. Surprisingly, this extreme heat was a welcome departure from the typically lukewarm fare. The piping-hot serving added an unexpected and delightful dimension to the meal, elevating it beyond standard burger expectations.

Please share your thoughts on this. I’m eager to hear your feedback.

Beware, Constantly of the Soft Tyranny

In his seminal work “Liberty and Tyranny,” Mark Levin draws upon Alexis de Tocqueville’s profound insight into the concept of “soft tyranny.” This nuanced term describes a subtle form of governmental oppression where seemingly benevolent policies and compassionate rhetoric mask an underlying system of control and diminished individual freedoms.

Despite seeming far-fetched or unimaginable, such occurrences are surprisingly frequent. What motivates a government to pursue such unconventional actions?

Deceit breeds power, and unchecked power inevitably descends into oppression, corrupting the very foundations of justice and human dignity.

Tocqueville likely drew from his direct observations, capturing the essence of a lived experience that requires no further elaboration for those who have personally witnessed it.

A Fulltime Job

As I approach my late seventies, retirement has proven far more challenging than I anticipated. After leaving the workforce at 66, I had modest hopes for a peaceful chapter of life. However, those dreams were quickly overshadowed when my wife began showing early signs of dementia, transforming our golden years into an unexpected journey of caregiving and adaptation.

Life had different designs for us. Our dreams of leisurely adventures and golden-year explorations faded like distant memories. Fate, with its unpredictable brushstrokes, painted a canvas far removed from our carefully sketched plans. Isn’t that the nature of existence—a series of unexpected turns and unscripted moments?

Being a caretaker for someone with dementia transcends the traditional concept of a job, consuming every waking moment and challenging the very definition of full-time work. The phrase “full-time job” fails to capture the relentless emotional, physical, and mental demands that caregivers experience around the clock.

When a person is the sole caretaker of someone with dementia, it means twenty-five hours a day. It means sleeping with one eye open. It means no holidays, no vacations. It means no sick days. It means working through it all, regardless.

If fortunate, you might get some help. More likely, you will be flooded with advice, most of which will be useless.

Don’t count on help from family, friends, or community. Strangely, that number shrinks daily. They all have their own families and commitments. Besides, who wants to watch a loved one slowly pass away before their eyes?

Throughout history, certain ancient cultures practiced the harsh tradition of abandoning elderly members on the outskirts of their settlements, providing minimal provisions and leaving them to fend for themselves. This cruel practice reflects a stark contrast to our modern understanding of human dignity and compassionate care for the aging population. Today, we recognize the inherent value of our elders and strive to support and respect them, ensuring they are not marginalized or discarded.

And yet, here we are, just the two of us. We are living within the city limits, not two or three miles into the wilderness. We do have a roof over our heads, waiting for the Lord to take us home.

I would say everyone just leaves us, just waits, but that’s not true. It seems, as I figuratively tread water well enough to get our heads above water, the city of Horn Lake decides to toss me a boat anchor. It would seem they are not satisfied with waiting for us to pass; they seem to enjoy threatening us with jail figuratively driving us under the waves.

I must admit, the thought does intrigue me. I could do with a rest. Jail time might be a nice vacation.

But then…. Who will take care of my wife?

Let’s Save Time

Each morning, ask Senator Schumer if he will or will not permit a vote on the budget. If he says no, simply shut down for the day, turn off the lights, and call it quits till the morrow.

I mean, if you come right down to it, he’s the one and only one that determines if the government will reopen for business.