Yup

We have seven cats. No, they aren’t wild animals. They are too tame. If I sit down for ten minutes, three or four find places on me to make themselves comfortable. The thing is, I wanted them to get used to staying outside more. So, I started feeding them out on the front porch. One day, I checked on them after putting their dinner out. Amongst them was an adult raccoon. The surprise was that all of them seemed to get along. No one, even the raccoon, seemed to mind sharing. I never figured a raccoon would do that.

Needless to say, the cats now are back to eating indoors. As for the racoon, he’s found somewhere else to eat. Hopefully, he’ll not return.

Mixed Emotions

My contemplation of this matter has led me to a profound ethical crossroads. The consumption of meat is not merely a dietary choice, but a complex moral transaction where sentient creatures die to sustain human existence. Each hamburger and hotdog represents more than a meal—it embodies a silent, often overlooked narrative of animal mortality that we too readily dismiss without reflection.

In an ideal world, I long for a way to enjoy the rich, savory flavor of steak without the necessity of an animal’s life being sacrificed. Our contemporary lifestyle has distanced us from the direct process of obtaining meat, with industrialized food systems handling every stage from raising to slaughtering livestock. We are far removed from the primal act of hunting and preparing our own food, instead receiving neatly packaged proteins that often end up discarded, rendering the animal’s ultimate sacrifice meaningless. This disconnection raises profound questions about our relationship with food, consumption, and the ethical implications of our dietary choices.

For sure, even those of us who do eat meat, we should endeavor to make sure that not one ounce of meat be wasted. However, when we live in a land of plenty, it’s just so easy for us to kill a hundred animals when we only need eighty.

Throughout biblical history, the consumption of meat is not merely permissible but divinely sanctioned. The Passover narrative demonstrates God’s explicit instructions regarding both the selection and preparation of meat. Moreover, Jesus Christ himself participated in meat consumption and even prepared fish for his disciples, exemplifying the acceptability of this dietary practice. Given these scriptural precedents, it would be totally wrong to challenge or critique such established traditions of sustenance.

Every morsel of meat deserves respect, and we must strive to minimize waste in our culinary practices. Despite my own past shortcomings in this regard, I am committed to improving and encouraging mindful consumption.

Even more, we should all be mindful to take a moment or two to tell God how grateful we are for the meat and the vegetables as well. While we’re at it, we should also be thankful for our shelter and clothing too. It’s all so easy to forget the things provided to us by God.

In the midst of life’s complexities, we often neglect God’s most profound gift: salvation. The Passover lamb, sacrificed as a symbolic precursor to Jesus’ ultimate sacrifice, reveals a depth of love that transcends human comprehension. While the death of an animal carries weight, Christ’s voluntary surrender of life for humanity’s redemption is infinitely more profound. Tragically, many remain unaware or indifferent to this transformative act of divine grace, overlooking the most significant offering of love in human history.

Yes, I feel bad that animals must die for my life. But how much more, how bad I feel to know that that the creator of all gave up his life, that I might have eternal life. So very much, I wish that was not a requirement for salvation. However, I don’t believe he would have laid his life down for me if their was another way.

When we get to heaven, as near as I can tell, we won’t eat meat; only fruits and vegetables. Animals won’t need to die to provide life for me.

Right now, yes, I eat meat. However, one day, I won’t. I’ll have no need or desire for it.

Daily writing prompt
What are your feelings about eating meat?

Definition of News

Entertainment stories often lack substantive journalistic value, resembling more of a curated collection of rumors and speculative narratives than genuine news reporting. These pieces seem designed to titillate rather than inform, blurring the lines between credible journalism and sensationalized gossip.

Meteorological discussions during serene, cloudless conditions often lack substance, transforming broadcast segments into mere conversational filler that fails to engage or inform viewers.

Sports is not news. Technically, what they put on TV is news and sports. In some cases more like sports and a little news.

They have programming dedicated to gossip on entertainment. They have programming dedicated to sports. Why can’t they have programs dedicated to actual news?

Beach or Mountains

Wish I had a choice. No mountains in the Memphis area, and the best thing to do for a beach is to rent a room where they have a pool. Oh well, no sharks or avalanches.

Actually, that’s not entirely true. There are a few muddy lakes within driving distance. When the kids were young, we visited them a few times. It is the one thing I miss about California. We spent hours at the beach at a time. Nowadays, the beaches are so crowded that one can’t enjoy them much. Going up to Big Bear was fun, but fighting the traffic on the way back removes all the enjoyment.

I Say Thank You

It might seem strange to some but I have written on this subject a number of times.

I started it after about the umpteenth time I read in the Bible about Jesus healing the ten lepers. Okay. I admit. Sometimes I am a slow learner. Sometimes, people never learn I might add.

At any rate, only one returned and thanked Jesus who asked where the other nine were. In other words, about 90% are as grateful as we ought to be. Why can’t we take the few seconds to utter a genuine thank you?

Originally I only thanked God as I should have years earlier. Then it occurred to me, I should thank others as well. When those at a restaurant provide for me a meal and does the dishes for me, shouldn’t I thank them? Should I slight them because I am providing payment in return?

They look at me strange when I thank them at Chick-fil-A as I leave, but they always smile and that makes me feel better as it likely makes them feel better too.

It does somewhat turn things around. I mean, they are supposed to thank me, right, for doing business with them? I feel better when I beat them to it.

When I was in my youth, people were fought to say thank you, or sir or ma’am. I think it is all as important. However, most of us don’t act like that.

Regardless, when someone does something for you, make sure you don’t part ways without a good honest, “Thank you.”

Morning Rituals?

I rarely do anything in the morning. All my life, I worked nights. Unless there is a specific reason, I don’t do mornings and neither does my wife. Now that we are retired, we have that option.

Unfortunately, there are things for which I much awake early, a doctor appointment or to have my car serviced for instance. I might be able to get someone to take my car to have it serviced but I must always be present during my doctor appointments.

I have always felt it was unfair that the world would make those of us working at night bend our schedule to the world’s schedule. I mean, if I must go in at 8 or 9, that is the middle of my sleeping time. Then to make matters worse, if I get done around noon, I don’t even have the option of trying to recover the sleep I missed. By the time I get a chance to catch up on my sleep, I’m about to fall over in my tracks before getting home.

Daily writing prompt
What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?

What Makes a Person unique?

I looked at this prompt and decided it was asked backward. I really can’t think of anything that isn’t unique in us all. Granted, some things are quantitative while others might be more cut and dry.

It is both a strength and a weakness in the armed forces. While in Marine boot camp, much of the training is to create a standard, uniform Marine out of each recruit. It frequently works out that one man’s weakness is another’s strength. And so it is that the strength of a platoon is far greater than the sum of its parts.

And so, every Marine meets certain standards while each excels in certain things. While we would never expect civilians to live under such standards, it does still work in similar ways. And the good leader sees those strengths and weaknesses and deploys his personnel in much the same way as the commander of a company. In this way, his personnel all pull in one direction instead of in opposing directions.

While the context may extend beyond the original inquiry, it illuminates my perspective on the matter. Upon completing Marine boot camp, individuals maintain their distinctive qualities, despite the standardized training that initially seems to homogenize their experiences.

Before the first training day, the group would display remarkable individual differences. Each person would stand out with distinctive characteristics, raising the intriguing question: What truly defines human uniqueness?

Daily writing prompt
Which aspects do you think makes a person unique?

California Seaside

No bout adout it. If I had about fifty million dollars in the bank, I’d find somewhere near San Diego by the sea, and I’d walk among the waves every day, even if it were raining, as long as it wasn’t too severe.

It has but one problem. In order to afford it, I would have to tie my rowboat to the dock, put my bed in one place, and the fridge in another. I’d need to use a public BBQ for cooking.

Along the coastline stretching from the Mexican border to Camp Pendleton, numerous large boats crowd the marinas, creating a challenging landscape for boat owners. Despite having substantial financial resources, securing a suitable mooring spot remains a complex endeavor, highlighting the competitive nature of maritime real estate in this region.

Ironically, these lavish vessels seldom venture beyond the harbor’s protective barrier, with hired crews inhabiting their decks far more frequently than their affluent owners.

Squandering prime coastal real estate and perfect meteorological conditions feels like a missed opportunity. In retrospect, pursuing a maritime career during my younger years might have offered an escape from mundane routines, allowing me to embrace the sea’s allure without the need of immense wealth.

Daily writing prompt
What is your favorite type of weather?

Simple Question, Complex Answer

Memories eluded me at first, a blank canvas of experience. Yet, as I delved deeper into the recesses of my mind, a handful of extraordinary moments emerged, standing against the backdrop of my past.

Nonetheless, they all had one big failure. While I was never diagnosed as dyslexic, I definitely have many of the symptoms. By the fifth grade, certainly by the sixth grade, I should have been tested. I went all the way through high school, and apparently not one teacher suspected anything.

Before I go further, I should probably say that the influence does go both ways. My seventh-grade world history teacher did so much to discourage me that I virtually threw my hands up in frustration and gave up. It did have a bleed-over effect into other subjects, but, well, I did get my high school diploma. This post would have to be too long to explain it all. However, he essentially made it impossible for me to succeed. Try or not, I failed. So, why try?

During my eighth-grade year, my US history teacher stood out as an exceptional educator who possessed a remarkable ability to engage students and inspire learning. Her teaching style was so compelling that I developed a solid understanding of US history, with a particular depth of knowledge about the Constitution. Despite her instructional prowess, she, like the others, did not recognize the underlying signs of my lifelong struggle with dyslexia.

Dyslexia often manifests through slow reading speeds. Despite my best efforts, I can only manage around 150 words per minute, which is significantly below average. Auditory learning is my strength; I can effortlessly retain information from hour-long lectures with remarkable clarity. In contrast, reading the same material proves challenging, with comprehension and retention markedly reduced. This learning difference created significant obstacles, particularly in my seventh-grade history class, where the teacher predominantly relied on reading assignments rather than engaging lectures.

Actually, I deviated from my original destination. The meandering nature of my journey speaks volumes about my perspective on the experience.

Daily writing prompt
Who was your most influential teacher? Why?