Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
Here in Dogtown it continues to rain. I'm fascinated by the way one frog will croak out a particular word or phrase, and then all the other frogs follow suit. The first night of heavy rains, they all said, Damn, Damn. Last night they started with Dancer, Dancer, and then moved on to Attack the Earth, Attack the Earth.
I haven't seen another regular cockroach, but last night when I was getting the Z Boys in after their final visit to the great outdoors, two palmetto bugs ran in, screaming, We can't stand more rain. I screamed, Bastards! and ran after them with the vacuum cleaner and sucked them up successfully, completely forgetting that Little Chick had given me a nice can of buy spray.
Tonight I shall be prepared. When I open the door for the boys, I'll have the can in my hand. Just in case.
Now over in Gumption we have a What? Monday question.
Forrest Gump: What's my destiny, Mama?
Mrs. Gump: You're gonna have to figure that out for yourself
Today's What? Monday question is Do you have a destiny, or are you blowing through life likes a feather?
Here's my answer: God gave humankind the freedom to make choices, but God knows what we will choose. Therefore, nothing is an accident. Nothing is coincidental. Sometimes I feel as if I'm a feather, blowing from one place to another, but God helps me make decisions if I listen to Her. She always knows where I'm going. If I get off track, then She brings me back to my destiny. But since I don't have a crystal ball that allows me to see my fate, Life remains a constant surprise.
Now, how about you?
Do you have a destiny, or are you blowing through life likes a feather?
I look forward to reading your answers. You are such interesting people, with many different ways of thinking.
Infinities of love,