The day is growing distressingly short, my friends, considering how much work I have still hiding me from the public view. I reckon I won’t be bidding farewell to the toils and troubles with a ride on the Elwell Ferry, so Jimmy Mize –y’all can leave without me. We have a lot coming up this weekend – the LOPE rescue show at Lake Waccamaw, Linda Robins’ program on World War I at the Kelly Museum, and I’m not sure what all else – but I do hope you take the time to do a few things I personally consider really important. Two things have been bugging me today: My sister had the heartbreak of watching a ….woman… in a doctor’s office be mean to her own mom today. As frustrating as cognitive disorders are, that’s your mom or dad. You were likely far more difficult when you were a kid. Be a grownup and deal with it. There’s a big black and white cat in Nelson’s longleaf plantation on the Bear Curve, near Meadowgreen, on NC 53 above Kelly. We have no room for him or the sweet gray housecat our buddy Jamie found abandoned. Please get your critters fixed, and if you can give one of these critters a home – do so. Prove your superiority over the bums who abandoned these cats not by wishing they, too, were thrown out beside the road, but by showing the world how it’s supposed to be done. And as usual— Hug your momma. Thank your daddy. Talk to your grandparents. Tell your siblings you love them. Hold your kids so close they squirm, and never let’em go. Hold hands with the one you love, in public and with pride, not shame or duty. Never let that person doubt how you feel. There are a lot of broken hearts that came about from people being stupid. Roll in the grass with your dog. Hug a horse. Tell a goat a joke. Befriend a donkey. Scratch a friendly pig. Philosophize with a goose. Howl at a coyote. Confuse an owl. Panic with a guinea fowl. Stare down a cow. Read to a little kid. Sing a song together, one that won’t embarrass you or her parents. Do something fun together – whistle, or track an animal, or skip a rock on a pond. Play his game, by his rules, and don’t cheat so he can win. Little kids recognize cheaters, and don’t like’em. Listen to what he or she has to say. We could solve a lot of the world’s problems if we listened to little kids. Watch that gorgeous moon rise tonight – I’m going to miss the sunset, dangit, but I look forward to the sunrise. Count the stars in a little corner of the sky. Listen to a river. Smell a handful of dirt. Trace the veins in a leaf. And remember that the creator of all this knew you and loved you before your oldest ancestor was born; He knew man would sin, and condemn all of us, but he so loved us he sent his son as the perfect sacrifice, a gift we only have to accept, from the one who controls all the power in the universe. If that ain’t humbling – let’s talk. Read your Bible, and go to church Sunday. Listen to the message and the music, and pray for the man in the pulpit and his family. Pray for the person beside you, and the one who should be there. Pray for those who put their lives on the line for you every single day. Pray for the lost, the weary, the frightened and the fearless. Pray for someone you don’t like, and someone who doesn’t like you. When you’re through your list, ask God who needs you, and how you can help. He loves a willing servant. Do something nice for someone, for no reason at all. Rake their yard. Sweep the sidewalk. Put their newspaper on the porch. Give a caregiver a break. Visit a senior citizen. Give a harried mom a break. Leave your change in the donation jar. Buy a stranger’s coffee, their gas, their meal. Be the friend you would want if you were facing the trials someone else is. Don’t just look on and shake your head. Don’t gossip, or say someone ought to do something. Be that someone, because you were raised better than that. It’s time for us to be getting out of here, folks, although I have a few more tasks before I can run screaming for freedom’s embrace. Still and all – rattle the dogbox, and wake up the possums. The Wildman is ready to run. Watch out for those weasels, and as always holler if you need me. I’ll do my best to come help. Y’all be good, and love your momma for me, please. Let us howl, howl, howl.
Posted on: Fri, 07 Nov 2014 22:00:36 +0000
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