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The bronze angel

It wasn’t white like all the other angel yard ornaments. It wasn’t mildewed or stained with iron from the sprinklers. This one was bronze.

Bronze angels are designed to inspire peace, love, remembrance, and spiritual connection. Bronze will last, as do the memories of those we love. Angels are messengers from God, reminders that there is more to life than what we can see and touch.

In this picture, the lamp post has seen better days. The garden cries out for attention. Tool handles patiently wait for a project to resume. The angel stands vigil, ever the same, day after day.

The scene preaches a sermon about the contrast between what will last and what is temporary. Everything, from homes to lawns will eventually deteriorate and disappear. It doesn’t make sense to invest too much in those things. Invest in what will last: treasure in heaven.

Posted in Life

Sky before screen

In her “Choose to be Curious” podcast, Menka Sanghi encourages , “Every morning, before you look at your screen, just make it a rule that you’re going to see the sky.”

It’s a habit. I wake up, grab my phone and wander into the kitchen to start up the coffee maker. When the screen come to life, I’ll see notifications about a completed dishwasher cycle or an iOS update. My screen displays the current temperature and the number of view of my blog. I’ll glance at the weather for the day and notice how many new emails I’ve received overnight. I get sucked into the digital world before I’m even awake.

But what if I were to go outside and look at the sky? I’m going to find out. First thing in the morning, I’ll step out onto the back patio with the big dog and look up.

It’s still dark out. I notice the phase of the moon. There’s usually a planet close to it. I wonder which one it is? First I hear, then I see the lights of an airplane passing overhead.

Or the night sky is giving way to early morning orange and pink colors in the east. I wonder how many hues of pink and orange there are?

There may be clouds in the distance. Or they may completely cover the sky. Sometimes they just hang there. But other days they are racing by swaying trees as a storm approaches.

Occasionally, I’ll see the sun peeking over the trees. It’s so bright I have to shade my eyes.

Once in a very great while, since I live it Florida, it will be chilly enough that I’ll see my breath in the air. I won’t need to check the weather. I know it’s cold.

It only takes a moment, but in that instant I’m connected to the day, to the natural world, not manmade tech.

I put that mantra on the cover of my journal: Sky before screen.

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What’s your “spirit animal?”

I’ve heard of “spirit animals” but never thought much of them until I pulled up in back of this car.

A “spirit animal” is supposed to reflect your personal character, attitude, and path in life. It’s a way connecting yourself to the animal kingdom and natural world around you.

A little research revealed ways to determine your spirit animal. First, pay attention to animals that show up often in your life, even those you encounter in your dreams.

Second, consider those animals with which you feel a connection. I think that goes beyond just being a dog or a cat person, but remember, I’m not an expert in this.

Next, trust your gut. What animal do you feel close to? What species resonates with you?

Finally, take an online quiz that will help you discover your “spirit animal.” I took the first online quiz in my search (https://www.spiritanimal.info/spirit-animal-quiz/) and discovered that I am the bear. I’m strong, courageous, and stand up to adversity.

Now if one’s spirit animal is the sloth, I guess they would be slow, deliberate, and patient. I suppose that some people (like the driver above) are more cut out for doing nothing that I am. Hey, it takes all kinds, right?

Posted in Life

A floor lamp out front

I first noticed this outdoor lighting system on a walk a few weeks ago. I am certain there is a light fixture up above the door. But for some reason, rather than a lightbulb, the residents decided to install a floor lamp. In addition, the light is on all the time, twenty-four seven.

I suppose there’s nothing wrong with a floor lamp at the front door. Maybe that’s what they’ve had on the front step of all their homes. If you’re giving someone directions to your house, it’s easy to say, “Our house is the one with the floor lamp at the front door!”

That little sign on the door? “Please turn off your phone.” It’s okay to have a phone, but don’t use it inside the house.

I’ve never met the people who live here. I’ve only ever seen a small boy playing in a large plastic tote beneath that floor lamp.

Little things like this provide lots of entertainment on my daily dog walks.

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A Life of Work: Memorable Jobs I’ve Held

Daily writing prompt
What jobs have you had?

I love thinking back over the jobs I’ve had.

My first job was a church janitor when I was in high school. It was eight hours a week cleaning the floors of the sanctuary and the preschool classrooms. I dusted pews, cleaned bathrooms, mopped floors, and did windows. I also snuck a few snacks from the preschool rooms and kitchen refrigerator. I think I made $2.50 an hour.

Once I was old enough, I worked as a cashier at Veteran’s Stadium in Philadelphia. Since my uncle owned the concessions, I worked all the Phillies games my summers in-between college semesters. I worked the All-Star game in 1976 and one of the World Series games in 1980. I don’t remember what they paid me, but it was enough to cover my housing for a semester at college.

The view from my cash register at Veteran’s Stadium

Speaking of college, I washed dishes every night at my fraternity house in exchange for free meals.

My first job after graduating college was with Bell Laboratories in Holmdel, New Jersey. I actually worked in an overflow office location in West Long Branch, coding in Fortran on IBM 370 mainframe computers.

I left Bell Labs when friend offered me a coding job in Austin, TX. There I did a little bit of assembly language programing until the startup company went belly up.

I went back to school in 1982, attending Concordia Theological Seminary in Fort Wayne, Indiana. To pay for my tuition, housing, and food, I worked campus security overnight. I also worked for a market research field service company, going door-to-door and making endless phone calls to get opinions about all kinds of products and services. I made a little bit of money making sandwiches and salads at Subway and playing trumpet for church wedding services. I also worked for a small factory that made snack mix for grocery stores.

Once I graduated seminary, I pastored three churches in Connecticut, Iowa, and Florida. That was my vocation for thirty-six years.

After retirement, I’ve worked making cookie cutters, printing on iced cookies, and doing the books for our small custom cookie business.

It’s fun to remember all the jobs and experiences I’ve had over my lifetime.

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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.

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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.