Public journals are a balancing act. It seems right to divulge the jist of what's going on, but not the gory or mundane or overwrought details. A public blog ought to assist its readership to see things from a fresh perspective. Or at least to entertain.
For instance, last week I struggled with a revelation that a woman who'd been planning to visit me this summer was now not so invested in that idea. Heartbreak can last from a lifetime to a moment. Fortunately for me the duration keeps shrinking.
It lasted about seven days this go 'round. Not long enough to even get a song from! But that's a good thing.
I'm through with sad songs. E-minor has met its Maker.
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Tonight Farmor sat me down and talked religion. She wants me to go to Heaven. That's fair. I told her church is boring. She recommends coming in half way through the service to catch the sermon and wine and hot Lutheran single moms afterwards. I can probably do that. This could be using God incorrectly, but what do I know?
Like the words "freedom," "cowboy," and "love"--God has become more than just a simple, easy-to-define noun.
This I think I know: God is good. God is the answer. God is inside us all.
7 comments:
man, that is hilarious. My mom/grandma do the same thing--they've always got their eyes peeled for a good lutheran farm boy.
In Us and Around Us.
can't beleive you still haven't found a lady. know a couple that think you are pretty hot.
are you into couples?
what about twins?
I meant I know a couple young ladies that think you are hot
i know a couple older ladies that think you are hot
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