Posted in Life

Weight loss shots: coming to a clinic near you

On my drive to St. Augustine today, I couldn’t help but notice how many billboards and roadside signs advertise “Weight Loss shots” with a phone number. I wondered, “What do you have to do to be a purveyor of weight loss shots?”

After some brief research, I learned you simply have to be a healthcare provider who agrees to the terms and conditions of dispensing the medications. Not a very high bar.

I also learned that you only need a BMI of 27 and some other health condition to qualify to receive the drug. A BMI of 30, and you’re in. According to what I read, 70 percent of Americans are overweight and qualify. Wow. I don’t. When I check my blood pressure and weight at the HIGI, it says my BMI is 24. I’m not that far away! Yikes.

The information I read told me that along with the medication (Ozempic or Wegovy or some generic) you’re supposed to have a nutrition plan, an exercise regime, and ongoing counseling. Who does all that? I’ll bet very few follow through.

That’s the world we live in. If there is a fix, it will become a business. Like medical marijuana. If I were to stop in a clinic, I’m sure they could justify selling me some edibles. Note to self: make sure you bring cash.

So the landscape will continue to be littered with signs advertising pressure washing, garage sales, and lost pets. I suppose someone will call, but it’s a long shot.

In a few years, we’ll find out how effective these shots are. There will either be lots of unforeseen side effects, and many people will still be overweight.

Posted in dogs, Life

A new dog park

We (the dogs and I) checked out a new dog park yesterday.

The one we usually go to was still closed for repairs and maintenance. The work was supposed to be completed two weeks ago, but the gate was still locked. The dogs know when we’re getting close. They start woofing as we turn into the parking lot. Sorry guys, you’ll have to be patient. We’ll try out another park on the south side of town.

The one we ended up at was adjacent to a racket sport complex. There were no other dogs in the large open area beneath some imposing power lines. A small canopy provided some shade for a few benches. Other than that, we were out in the sun.

Both dogs did a quick run around the area and drank from all the water containers scattered around. Before long, a few more dogs arrived. We greeted Captain, a Norwegian Elk Hound, Vinnie, a handsome German Shepherd, Bo, a black Labrador retriever, Rocky, a spaniel mix, and Nico, a Belgian shepherd with long, beautiful, cream colored fur.

Temperatures were in the 90s, so after a little running and lots of drinks, the dogs all found shady spots to lay down. I tossed a few balls and a frisbee, but no one was interested in running. With long tongues hanging out of their mouths, their look said, “Are you kidding?”

I chatted with the owners as the dogs got to know each other. Everyone is a dog expert with plenty of unsolicited advice to share. The dogs were all people experts, greeting and treating us all as their new best friends.

A small brown curly haired puppy watched from the neighboring small dog enclosure. He so wanted to run with the big dogs, but his owner was off talking on the phone.

One thing is certain. After a half and hour at the park, my dogs are tired. They crash as soon as they get home. It is definitely worth the time and the trip to let them run with a pack.

Posted in Life

Life Before the Internet: A Personal Reflection

Photo by Benjamin Dada on Unsplash

This is my response to the WordPress daily writing prompt, “Do you remember life before the internet?”

A quick internet search informs me that the public gained access to the internet 1993. When I think about all the ways I use the internet every day, I recall life before my life was connected to everyone and everything.

I did my banking in person. I walked into a building and engaged with a teller who recorded my deposits and withdrawals by hand. I received bills in the mail, and paid them by mailing a check. Now I do my banking and pay my bills online. I may physically go into a bank once a year to get some specific cash I need to a trip or a garage sale.

When a teacher assigned a research paper, I headed for the library. We were not permitted to simply use the bound volumes of an encyclopedia for information. We used a card catalog and the help of a librarian to find resources for the paper. We took notes by hand on index cards and arranged them in preparation for a first draft, written by hand or typed out on a loud, clunky, manual typewriter. Now the internet grants me instant access to virtually every resource in digital libraries all over the world.

While at college, I wrote and mailed letters to my parents to let them know how I was doing and how much money I needed. A week later, a letter from my mom or dad would arrive with news from home, and hopefully, a check. Now, I instantly communicate with all of my family and friends via email and multiple chat platforms.

I used to go to the store! I went to clothing stores, sporting goods stores, and book stores to buy what I needed. Now, I pick something out unseen online and it arrives at my front door in a day.

A paperboy tossed a morning and an evening newspaper to our front door. We learned about current world events and local happenings by paging through these daily publications and black-and-white television news programs. Now, headlines are pushed to my phone before I wake up in the morning.

The only music we listened to was from AM radio stations and my parents’ collection of vinyl records. In high school, I bought a few 33’s of my own. But in college, my friends introduced me to so many other artists and songs, all on LP’s. Stereo systems included tuners, amplifiers, speakers, turntables and cassette decks. I currently own zero CDs. All my music is streamed via the internet.

We went to the movies to see a movie. I remember laying in the back of our station wagon at a drive-in theater watching The Sound of Music and Bye Bye Birdie. I have a few DVD of favorite movies, but for the most part, I stream all movies on the internet.

Four times a year, I brought home a handwritten report card from my teacher. As a parent, I logged on to a portal to find out how my children were doing in school.

In my profession as a parish pastor, I preached to a room full of people. Until Covid. I quickly learned how to preach to a video camera which streamed my message to the congregation watching at home. I led and and attended many virtual zoom meetings from the comfort of my home, an impossible task without the internet.

I used to call a travel agent to book a flight to wherever. Now I plan my travel online.

If I need to learn how to do anything, I watch a video online. Before the internet, I called my dad. “How do you…?” He always knew.

Before the internet, I went to a venue and bought tickets at the gate. At a baseball stadium or a concert venue, tickets were available. Now, I get my tickets online, with a parking pass as well.

If I wanted someone or anyone to read my writing, I don’t even know what I would do. Now, I simply post something like this on my blog. Done.

Posted in Life, neighborhood

The misbehaving sprinkler

The big dog and I know the sounds of the dawn. Birds begin to sing when the sky turns from black to blue. In the distance, garbage trucks are emptying the trash cans in the neighborhood. A rooster crows from behind a home at the halfway point of our walk. Japanese-made motorcycles whine in the distance as they speed down traffic-free roads. Dogs bark from inside homes as we walk by.

We didn’t recognize this sound. A bit like static on the radio, water in the sink, someone crumpling paper, and washing the car.

We rounded a slow curve and saw it. A broken sprinkler was shooting a stream of water right at the driver’s door of a black pickup truck. I’m used to seeing maladjusted sprinklers aiming water at the street, driveways, straight up the heavens, and into recycling bins. I’ve never seen a spray target the side of a truck.

Is this a bad thing? I don’t know. Heavy rains pummel my vehicles during torrential thunderstorms and hurricanes. I let car washes powerfully spray my vehicle with soap, rinses, and hot dryers.

Would water from this spray get inside the truck? Would it wear off the finish? I have no idea. It just didn’t seem like the ideal situation.

It was early. 6:30 am-ish. No one was up to see where the water was squirting. Oh well. I wouldn’t worry about a hurricane if I were you.

Posted in Through the Bible Devotions

Perfect Peace: Mindfulness in Isaiah 26

A “through the bible” devotion from Isaiah 26.

“You keep him in perfect peace
    whose mind is stayed on you,
    because he trusts in you” (Isaiah 26:3)

I paused at this verse in Isaiah because it spoke of the mind. How many times have I read that Christian faith is not something to engage your intellect but a truth to touch your soul? I’ve often read that the longest distance is from the brain to the heart. The gospel is more than information about Christ. It’s the foundation of a relationship with him.

That’s all good and valid, but what about Isaiah’s image of a mind stayed on God?

  • When asked about the greatest commandment, Jesus said, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind” (Matthew 22:37).
  • Paul wrote about being transformed by “renewing your mind” (Romans 12:2).
  • Paul also encouraged believers to have a mind like Christ, which he described as humble, obedient, and sacrificial (Philippians 2:5).
  • Paul also reminded his readers that “we have the mind of Christ” (1 Cor. 2:16). Want to get inside the head of God? You can in Christ.
  • Paul also comes down hard on those with “minds set on earthly things” (Philippians 3:19). Instead of that, “Set your minds on things that are above” (Col. 3:2).

In so many ways, scripture tells me to get my head in the game. It challenges me, “What were you thinking?” It directs to me to grow in both grace and knowledge (2 Peter 3:18). It reminds me to consider, “What’s my mindset today?”

I can wrap my head around this. I am a logical thinker. This makes sense to me. Am I anxious, worried, upset, or unsettled? My mind needs a reset. At any given moment, what’s on my mind? Probably not the things of God. I need a reset. I need to refocus. I need to redirect my thinking.

How do I do that? I remember that Christ is the cornerstone. The prophetic and apostolic scriptures are the foundation. I build my life on those truths rather than circumstances, current events, financial news, the well-intended opinions of others, and my own limited understanding.

My mind will never stay focused on God. My desires, the world, and Satan himself continually distract me.

But I can pursue mindfulness. Being mindful is more than being in the moment. It’s about being mindful of God’s love, grace, truth, and authority over this moment.

You can trust him, depend on him, and be stay your mind on him. In return your get shalom shalom, that is, perfect peace.

Posted in Life

Lost and found: a robot story

Photo by Onur Binay on Unsplash

My robot vacuum got lost.

It was my fault. When we rearranged some of the furniture in the bedrooms, I moved the dock for the Roborock 5S that has been methodically winding his way through our home for the past five years. I figured if I moved the vacuum and the dock to a new spot, he would know where he was.

As soon as I started a room cleaning cycle, I knew there was a problem. Carson (the name we assigned to the robot vacuum) pulled out of the dock and began spinning in circles. I picked him up and took him out to the living room to get his bearings. He wandered here and there and finally headed back to the dock.

I let him decompress for a few weeks, but decided it was time to get back to work. I deleted the maps from the phone app and started him up. He went into “clean and map out the whole house mode” and finished up two hours later. I checked my phone and he vacuumed every room and found his way home again. Perfect!

Some folks are worried that robots will take over the world. They will develop the ability to replicate themselves. When they determine that humans are no longer essential, the robots will eliminate people from the planet.

I do not think I have much to worry about anytime soon. My personal robot gets lost in the only home he’s ever known!

Posted in Life

I’ve been wearing that for a long time

Daily writing prompt
What’s the oldest things you’re wearing today?

The oldest thing I’m wearing today is my gold wedding ring, which I’ve worn daily since 1984. I’m pretty sure it’s 14 karat gold, but I can’t easily get it off my finger to check.

In second place is my watch, a Citizen Eco-Drive I bought six years ago. Fed up with the poor quality of the digital running watches I usually wore, I purchased a self-winding analog watch that has worked perfectly since I bought it.

This prompt made me think of older clothing I still wear. I’ve got two suits, black and navy, that I bought in 2014. I got my money’s worth out of them. I have a blue herringbone blazer from at least thirty years ago. I can only wear it if the temperature gets down to freezing, which rarely happens in Florida.

My red clerical stole dates back to my ordination in 1986. I still wear it on occasion.

Posted in Life

The worst lawn in the neighborhood? A contender.

The home pictured above was completed less than a year ago. A family moved in, and now their front yard looks like this. Nice, huh?

I and the big dog walk by here four or five times a week. We watched them clear the lot, pour the foundation, set the roof trusses in place, stucco the walls, install windows and doors, and throw a whole lot of dead-looking sod into the yard. I remember commenting to the dog, who just pees on it anyway, “I can’t believe they lay sod that looks like that.” When brown, dry, dead looking clumps of dirt and grass are thrown across an inch of topsoil, it’s going to look like the picture above.

Did it rain? Did they water it? Do they have a lawn service? Does anyone care? I have no idea. I just know that it’s never going to look better than it does in this picture. The weeds will propagate and grow taller. The existing grass will retreat in humiliation. You’ll only get an answering machine if you call the builder. Bottom line: you have a crap lawn.

A good lawn in Florida is a full-time job. Few homeowners can do it without the services of a lawn company. That’s just the way it is. Bugs, mold, drought, weeds, torrential rain, pets, and poor soil present huge obstacles to a decent looking lawn any where in Florida.

We had a great looking lawn in the front and back yards. Thick, lush, and green. Then we got a Great Dane puppy. For six months, her urine burned brown spots in the lawn. When she grew to full size, she tore paths running back and forth across the back yard. Months of floods followed by weeks of drought took its toll. The back yard was a mess. I banned the dogs from the back yard, re-sodded bare spots, and prayed for rain. By the grace of God, it’s growing back.

Growing in seems to take much longer than ripping up. Just be patient. The rain will come. The sun will shine. The grass will grow!

Unless you are the guy whose yard is featured above. Yeah, that’s not gonna grow back. He can look forward to tall weeds, mud, and bugs. Welcome to the neighborhood.

After messing around with it for years, my wife said, “Get a lawn guy.” The next day, someone from Scott’s came by offering a special on monthly lawn service. “Sign me up!” They were bought out by TruGreen. They’ve done a great job for the last fifteen years.

Posted in dogs

How dare that storm come into our yard!

This isn’t Winston, but you get the idea

Suddenly, it’s thunderstorm season. After a dry early spring, daily showers soak the yard, and everything is turning green again. However, our small white dog Winston takes umbrage at the loud rumbles echoing across the sky. With a endless barrage of barks, he waits at the back door, ready to take on the storm.

“Hey, it’s pouring rain. You don’t want to go out there.”

Yes he does. He doesn’t give up. Finally I give in. “Alright. Go get ’em!”

I open the door and he sprints out into the pouring rain. In less than a minute, he’s soaking wet, running along the fence, giving the storm a stern barking lecture about getting too close to our yard.

I didn’t realize it was raining so hard. “Hey, get back in here.” He didn’t even glance back at me, determined to get to the source of that thunder. I whistled. No response. I closed the door. He’ll let me know when he’s ready to come back inside.

Ten minutes of torrential rains later, I heard a yip at the back door. Finally. I grabbed a towel and caught his collar as he scooted inside. I dried him off as much as I could. I released him to roll around on the carpet for a bit.

The next thunder came right on the heels of a big flash of lightning. It was very close. Winston returned to yapping at the back door. “No way. You’re not going out there. Cool it.”

Ten minutes later, the storm had moved on, just distant flashes of lightning over the ocean. It was quiet. Winston was fast asleep on his side. He had given that storm what for. Another job well done.