Trusting Jesus


Here I sit on Easter Sunday. At home. Not going to Mass. And I didn’t make it to the Easter Vigil Mass last night either where I was expected to help.

Last night’s absence was due to my concerns about Sylvia’s health. She was VERY unwell and I didn’t want to leave her alone.

She is much better today, THANK GOD, but now it’s my turn to be under the weather. It’s my allergies to all the damned tree pollen in the air, I’m sure. Woke with headache, abdominal pain, very strong vertigo, and a pervasive physical malaise. Much too sick to go to Mass or anywhere else.

The allergy meds are finally kicking in now, and I feel less bad than I did earlier this morning. But this is still going to be a stay-at-home-Sunday.

I trust Jesus to understand.

Dear Complier,

Dear Complier,

We’ve met, but you probably don’t recognise me. You may remember referring to me as a “conspiracy theorist”, “racist”, “sexist”, “bigot”, or “anti-vaxxer”, but in fact I am none of the above, and much more to you than you realise. I am your friend, family member, colleague, lover, acquaintance and neighbour. I am everywhere, but I don’t self-righteously disclose where exactly.

You’re wearing a mask so I can’t see the scorn set on your lips, or even your smile (if it’s there). Your eyes are visible, but in them I see only compliance, fear, shame and defeat. I don’t judge you, as I know you are a victim. You have been efficiently conditioned, the result of which has left you stripped bare of self-confidence, dignity, power and compassion.

Your only strength is to attack those unwilling to join you in obedience. It’s okay – I don’t feel mad – I feel sad for you. I will allow you to direct your fear at me and I will accept it, because the battle I am fighting is for you as well as me. It’s for your children and grandchildren, as well as mine.

You and I both had a choice to make, and I decided to fight for freedom. You submitted instantly, and attempted to shame, intimidate and coerce me into the same, becoming outraged at my independence and my belief in “my body, my choice”. You disagree with my striving for a fair and just society, free from fraud and deception. You call me a “fascist” for arguing against government overreach. Do you see this irony?

While you continue to angrily comply, to follow those who have continuously lied to you, I will continue to push back. I will continue to value my autonomy and I will use my strength to free us both from the path you are blindly walking down.

One day you will see how much your compliance almost cost us, and hopefully you will see that I was never your enemy. I look forward to this day, and I will celebrate it with you. Until then, I will be here propping you up and preventing you from falling, anonymously of course.

Sincerely, Anon.

Recapping Biden’s Recent Presser

Let’s recap Joe Biden’s recent press conference (and first in months).

• Biden blamed his unpopularity on Covid.
• Biden admitted he failed getting PCR “tests” to the public quickly.
• Biden said, “I make no apologies for what I did in Afghanistan”.
• Biden gave Putin the green light to invade Ukraine.
• Biden says that empty store shelves is a myth.

The leader of the free world. 😂

Worried about the wind…

Concerned about the corrugated metal roof on the large shed in my back yard. It’s not securely fastened and we have very high winds forecast for tonight and through tomorrow. Steady winds of 25 to 30 mph with gusts of 50 mph are predicted.

A corner of that roof has peeled away from the frame and stands 3 or 4 inches above the side wall frame for about 2 or 3 feet. It flaps ominously with even a moderate breeze. I shudder to think what it will do tonight and tomorrow.

Later this afternoon I’ll pick up a good length of industrial strapping. Hopefully I’ll be able to anchor it with ground stakes strongly enough to keep that darned roof on the old shed during this wind storm. 🌬😟💨

Back to self-isolation, sort of.

In the Spring of 2021 as the mask mandates began to be loosened and lifted here in Texas I breathed a sigh of relief. As the lifting at that time was conditioned on being vaccinated, I got my shots and “reentered” society. And I hoped that life would be returning to “normal.” Sadly, I found that not to be the case.

What I found, to my disappointment, was mask wearing still being practiced with religious ferver by many folks who were fully vaccinated against Covid. And there were institutions still enforcing the wearing of masks – a practice I despise and one in which I refuse to willingly participate.

While the covid pandemic has largely faded and is now no longer an unmanageable problem from a medical standpoint, IMHO, there remains a more serious pandemic of addiction to fear and social control.

In order to avoid the stress of dealing with cognitive dissonance, of needlessly wearing a face mask simply to participate in some activities when I know doing so is wrong, I’ll avoid those situations and activities.

That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it!

Happy Birthday to us!

Happy Birthday to us! LOL

Her birthday is tomorrow and mine comes in a few weeks, so our new TV set counts as a mutual birthday gift to each of us. Upgrading to a 55″ screen from the 32″ screen we’ve been using in the living room is really quite a step up! And since we’ve been using Roku devices for years, adjusting to this Roku TV is easy peasy. 🙏🇺🇸😊

Thursday midday…

Thursday midday and things are moving slowly here in the Roscoe-verse. This was the 1st of 4 consecutive mornings when I was able to wake naturally, without an alarm. So it was several hours later than normal when I got started with the day’s chores. All the morning metrics I check daily (physical and financial health) were very good today. It remains to be seen how my overall productivity will be affected by this, but I have a stronger sense of calm and peace than I’ve had for… heck, a long time. And I do like that. 👍

So far, so good.

Monday mid-morning:
Even though last night’s “sleep” was plagued with insomnia, today seems to be going well. I just got off the phone with tech support from my new mobile phone carrier and have done what needs to be done re: setting up my account, online access, etc.

Having a mechanic look at the wife’s car this afternoon. Hope the needed repairs won’t cost too much.

Again with the Cedar.

Sunday late morning and dealing with the Cedar again today. Felt lousy this morning, though less lousy than yesterday morning (thank God), and opted to stay home, missing Mass for the 2nd Sunday in a row. I hate missing Mass but it’s more important to protect my health. If I was younger I’d be tempted to go out even with today’s symptoms but at 72 y/o (nearly 73) I’m more careful, more conservative.

Saturday morning Cedar.

Saturday morning and I’m REALLY feeling the cedar pollen! That’s what I get for spending so much time working out in the yard yesterday, I suppose. It is Cedar Fever Season here in San Antonio, there’s no doubt about that. And this year’s annual misery, which runs from December through February, is letting me know it’s here in force. Oh well, at least I know what to expect and how to deal with it.