Exterminate!

So, most of a week away from my computer.  Not intentionally, I expe3cted to use the wifi but the Ramada's servers were gunny-sacked!  Lots of early 20's running around playing with robots during the day and ..... ? at night.
The hotel was very restful, though I binged on American Picker!  Other than that the channel offerings were horrendous!
No wonder we are well on our way to creating a land of morons!

I had a single non-triggered memory!  But Swede told me I got it confused.  Well, I never claimed it was 100% !  He thinks two memories got tagged together.  Sigh ..,

Saw trhe two Peter Cushing Dr. Who Movies! I did not know that the Dalweks used to "Destroy!" all targets.   They got it right in 2051, "Exterminate!"  2051 was a far better movie, that is for sure.

Met some  nice/helpful people - which are a must when one is no longer whole.
Had one of the best prime ribs, I have EVER had, at a Mitzel's - whom would have thought?
Sorry Outback, you are now replaced ....

Many books read, many hours wasted on TV, but lots of time visiting places I rarely see in Renton.

Swede joined me on Friday and I thoroughly intrigued him t a metal detecting shop.  IU expected him to get bored quickly but two hours later I was kicking his butt out the door in order to not get caught in Friday afternoon rush hour!  It is not pretty around here after 2:00!

And the worst disapoinrment, my leg was no ready on Wednesday.  Seems the supplier of the silicon parts did not come through!  Well, maybe this week?  I really want to walk so badly .....

Musical Saturday Morning

I used to take occasional breaks from my computer studies and with Sister Becca taking them from her nursing studies, and we headed off to the filming of this.  Yeah well, not even a shot from the backside!  It was a pleasant waste of a weekend for two college students with nothing to do for three days .....  (No, there was never anything between us, we were and still are best of friends!)



Now back then we had some strong diametrically opposed forces and opinions. 
There was the US Government stealing the financial resources from the Indian Tribes, the Bureau of Indian Affairs trying to register all American Indians - and we were sure it was to force us out of American society - and finally those of us of Indian descent.  We all felt disenfranchised and about to be betrayed, yet again.  Were it not for the upheaval in the government at the time due to the lying tongue of Richard Nixon ..... who knows how out of control the BIA might have become ...?
Remember, I am 1/4th Umatilla (no matter what I look like) and Sister Becca is a Hupa Indian from California.  So we both shared a great concern at the time!

And on to the scene came this group with some recording success and an "in your face" attitude about their purported heritage - and we loved them for it!  :)

Fear Not

Exodus 14

Trouble Will Chase You
The Israelite's have reached a dead end:
Ahead of them is the Sea
Behind them the Egyptian army wanting to re-enslave them!

Moses cautions them to stay the course.

Faithfulness is not easy.
Trouble does not mean God is mad with you.

You Will Be Paralyzed
Most mighty army wants you.
You have no weapons - nor courage.
Has not learned to trust God.
Wanted deliverance, got freedom.
And now they are about to be captured!

God Will Guide You
Give Him the glory He deserves.
God is with us in the situation.
Now they have to decide .....

Verse 13:
Fear not
Stand firm
Watch God

Verse 22:
Go forth

Verse 31:
Believe God

Offer Withdrawn

When I became a Christian, one of the first things I did was call my avowed atheist father and tell him about Jesus.  His reaction was surprising ... he disowned me.  I had to go to the libr4ary find out what that meant!  And I was sad.  He had already been out of my life since age 9 - but I expected him to grow up one day.

He saw me many years later, to take out for a drink on my 21st birthday - he comment he would think about God, maybe while he was dying.  I just sighed, I did not need my Hutterite beliefs mocked.
When next we talked, it was on the drive from Fairbanks, Alaska back to the mainland USA - 10 days of hell with me trapped in the cab of a pickup with father singing Hitler's praises for 10 straight days!

Father never did turn to God, except to curse Him regularly.  And when death came - he had fallen into a coma on the toilet and two days later it was over.  There were no words to speak save for: "Father why?"

So many believe that the offer of forgiveness is individually eternal - as if unlike father, their brain will be functional to the very end.  That unlike father, they can forgive themselves for thr crimes against God's Law.

And I have long pondered why some mighty lousy people die early and others very late.  It can not be haphazard - but the design is beyond my ability to know.  Was there a point at which father went beyond what forgiveness could cover?  Pharaoh facing Moses?  Yet it did cover Saul/Paul ...  And what is there positive to say about David?  Yeah, bad men, good men, yet some were hardened, some were not.

Makes ya wonder sometimes.  But it seems obvious to me that God decides when enough is enough!  And then He either hardens them for His purposes then - or takes them out of the picture!

Such A Day

I tell you, this isa day I have wished to avoid for the past two weeks!
Everybody wants a piece of me today!
It is simply amazing at how you set aside a day for something - and then everything has to happen today!

So, I had to get Gaelic Girl off on her crafting week again at 4 AM!.
Youngest daughter off to house sitting.

My physical therapist wants to choke my stump to death.

The next house fumigation can only happen today!
And that means I will be relocating to the Kent Ramada.
It is far enough away from the airport that I can afford to stay there.
So, ants continue to die and I will not!
Cat has to be relocated to the vets.
Just that much has me already thinking in terms of exhaustion!

But, I get my trainer leg this afternoon!
Yup what I have strove towards for seven months has arrived!
So, big day.
A very painful day as I take those first steps!

Then back to the house to turn fans on and open windows for several days of airing out.

Back at the hotel, I am planning on icing my leg and crashing.
Maybe some reading.

Sigh.

Well, I best get with it, tons to do today!
No rest for the wicked, as they say!

My Kids

I did a post earlier this year about how we look at life incorrectly.
Because we see life and its immediate impact, we react and repeat - maybe we figure out we got it all wrong.
Life is not about us.
What goes on around us, is not about us either.
So what is?
Not much.

Our perfection of our relationship with our Creator is important.
Such a struggle!
Mostly because we face life corrupted by man's fall from grace and Satan's fall to Earth.
sigh
The more we foul up, the further we drag ourselves away from God.
Yeah, it is easy enough to try to turn around - if we are at all allowed the opportunity.
Remember, life gets in the way though.
And opportunities are not always available ...

Like everyone, I struggle.
I forget where I need to be.
I forget what happened yesterday.
I forget what I am supposed to be doing today ....

But all is made sharp when I am made aware of one of "my kids" fouling up!
Protective pseudo-papa reacts.
I want "my kids" to pass through life easily ......
I want them in the afterlife with me!

So on Monday, yeah I was made aware ...
It was all so unexpected.
It hit too close to home.
And then I had to be reminded of things I no longer know.
Then Satan struck.
And Kris went down in flames.
And the heart gave out yet again.
Then lots of needles ...
Bad day.
But I would not be deterred from prayer in their behalf.

No, there is no resolution for this person.
They learned to skate by in life.
They see no reason to change.
And God?
Well, he gets lip service, but he would NEVER hold them responsible.
(And when he does - he is the one at fault!  Not them!)

I do not know how they will be called back to God.
It is never pleasant, nor pain free.
I just hope when that day comes they remember to let me know.
If I can help, I will.
After all, they are one of my kids ...

Amnesia

For those whom know me personally and read my ramblings, I finally figured out a way to explain what amnesia is like:

Imagine that before your brain trauma you were normal.
You know someone named Bob.
They live on Bob Lane in Bobville.
You might even know everything there is to know about Bob.

And then "wake up".

You now have buckets.
One contains names:
Bob
Bob Lane
Bobville

One contains the contents of every conversation you have ever had.
Another bucket is all of your activities.

But each of the people, place and things are all equal in your mind - there is no way to tell one from another.

Conversations are worse because you have content but they are not attached to anyone, nor is the context known!

Same for activities, or everything you have ever seen!

So there are memories but the index into my mind is broken. 
Nothing is attached to anything else. 
Sigh.

And I know that even with a broken mind, I know all is not how it should be. 
But I have no way of knowing what it is! 
But I have no way of knowing what should be.

So frustrating.

For those whom interact with me - this is the best I can do to explain my strange new world ....