A November To Remember
The return of these driving to work in the dark mornings, is but one more reason I hate short days and long nights, and especially when finding it usually dark by the time I arrive home which makes matters worse. Oh well, we're all in the same bucket, so we just have to live thru it because most of us haven't a choice unless we're part of that group of 'snow birds' who're already in their southern winter huts.
Upon arrival at office, my first duty was to get cracking at my Sunday morning contemplative prayer session which turned into another welcome relief after getting all that mental/spiritual gunk removed I'd absorbed during the week. Something out of the ordinary happened which I tried to make a mental note of, but it happened so fast, I wasn't able to get a clear view of the message, so I'll have to watch more closely for it the next time. I've had such things happen in the past, but they've been few and far between.
Once my session was completed, I decided to take a long-over due drive out into the country, and since the sun was shining and little or no wind, I made sure to take advantage of the opportunity which had me driving for about an hour in one big semi-circle. Yes, it was a perfect outing because there was almost no traffic and all the fields were fully harvested.
I couldn't help remembering an article I read yesterday about a renowned spiritual/conservationist who was called upon to speak at a meeting in one of those small countries which has a 'stan' at the end of it, and what had me setting up and taking notice, were words of concern spoken which mirrored my personal feelings regarding the abuse and subsequent destruction of our valuable farm land. If I'm not mistaken, he said on average, fifty percent of our tillable soil has been compromised, which is likely why so many of our farmers are using every chemical and fertilizer they can buy to keep their farmland productive. Right here in North Iowa, we have a company that's buying bales of corn stalks from farmers to make plastics, but what most of those farmers don't realize, is they're lessening the natural productivity of their farmland even more. Row-cropping in these times, is very much different than the way my parents and grandparents farmed. Back in those days, farmers were more keen on maintaining a generational stewardship of their family farms, but now it's all big business with no regard for the futures of our precious farms. Pretty darn sad if you ask me.
Once back to office, I focused primarily on getting some things done over at my project, but before I headed over, I had to make a stop to pick up some paint, and when I walked into their store, I discovered a new face who was cleaning the floor with a broom, so wicked me couldn't help saying to him in German, “Neue Besen aufwischen Sauber”, which immediately created a puzzled look on his face, so I went on to explain that was a old German saying that's loosely translated into 'New brooms sweep clean.' which could be taken literally or figuratively. For example, I'm sure you've noticed that whenever there's a newly appointed supervisor or department head coming from elsewhere, they always seem want things changed, which brings us back to 'new brooms sweeping clean'. Well, neither the manager nor that new worker had heard such an expression. Wow, I guess I am a dinosaur in these times. Now come on, at least one of you have heard that expression before.
I did manage to get more accomplished this afternoon in spite of being interrupted with real estate duties, so by the end of the day, I felt pretty good about what I got accomplished, but unfortunately my mind was being pulled back to thoughts about this recent election and the people 'D.T.' is appointing for government positions. Without a doubt, this'll be a November to remember for years to come. Let's hope and pray we'll all get thru these tumultuous times.
Tonight's One-liner is: Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
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