On Global Warming

About a week ago I saw a film on global warming called An Inconvinent Truth with former US vice-president Al Gore. It is a documentary with Gore giving a lecture to a group of College students on global warming and it's effects on the planet. Of course it is filled with news footage and clips showing the effects.

Among some of the findings are the increase in natural disaters such as hurriances,typhoons and cyclones. The polar ice cap is melting and the country of Greenland faces danger of literally dividing and drifting into different parts of the ocean. Bodies of water such as Lake Chad evaporating and mountain areas turning into desert. Not to mention how much green gas are in the air.

I'll admit with it being a political figure giving this lecture I took it with a grain of salt. I also took into account that there is a political agenda involved. However, a lot of statements and facts found made complete sense. I also have to admit I have been somewhat environmentally conscious for some time.

Even if half the stuff in the film is true it serves as a wake-up call. I'm not ready to become a treehugger but it is made me more aware. I also recommend renting the movie as it has some good points and answers quite a few questions especially about weird weather patterns that we get these days.

The Good And Bad

It has been a good few days as we have been getting mild weather up here. I also been busy at work and Christmas is around the corner. I have gotten most of my shopping done. I am nervously awaiting winter but in the meantime I'll enjoy the mild weather.

On the filpside I did a bonehead thing and wrecked my cellphone when I included it in a load of wash. I also had some car problems a while ago but like the saying goes it is bad but it could be a lot worse. It has also known how I have been strength as these would have cause me to be fit for a straight jacket but I took the approach that s@$% happens. At least I'm alive and well.

I hope with reduced hours at work I can keep this blog up more often. Oh well time will tell.

A Few Words To Live By

Never think that God's delays are God's denials.

Hold on ; hold fast ; hold out. Patience is genius.

Count de Buffon

Take A Moment

Today is Rememberance Day where we remember the soldiers who died for our country in war. It seems to become less meaningful to the younger generations as many of our veterans age and pass on. However, we must never forget what they did for us as without their scarifice we would not enjoy the freedoms and lifestyles that we are able to have. We must we thankful that many of us have never and will likely never go to war. Also, we must remember our troops fighting in Afghanistan. Wheter you agree with the war or not they are giving their lives for this great nation. I ask that we take the moment os silence today and remember all this.

The Latest News

There is not much going on other than I'm going to visit my parents this weekend and see my grandmother who is back from the Ukraine after a two month visit. Work is busy again after a slow October. I'm still figuring out the future but with the Lord's guidance I will get there. I'm starting to get ideas about where I'm going. The weather up here has been nice for a change as it is actually comfortable outside. The best part is no white stuff right now. I will hopefully have more to share in the weeks ahead.

Time Is Not An Ally

I'm learning that with trying to update this blog that time is not an ally. I find that even with my work hours being shorter that I can't get to this blog as often as I want. Then again it could just be writer's block. Either way I could make myself a promise to try and up this up to date as much as possible. Anyways, enough rambling on and I will get back on track soon.

A Pea Story

Here's an e-mail I got recently which I found heartwarming:

Babs Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller and the ragged boy next to me."Hello Barry, how are you today?""H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. Sure look good.""They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?""Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.""Good. Anything I can help you with?""No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.""Would you like to take some home?""No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.""Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?""All I got's my prize marble here.""Is that right? Let me see it.""Here 'tis. She's a dandy.""I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?""Not zackley, but almost.""Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble.""Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller."Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, perhaps."I left the stand smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering.Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his viewing that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts ... all very professional looking.They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket."Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt.""We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided, "but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho "With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds.Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.