I did not really want to see the heavy white frost on the ground outside OR the total destruction of the world with both eyes at once, --that would have been a little much, being tired, still almost pleasantly dreaming and only one thin eyelid away from snoozing.
With the sun shining brilliantly into the east facing window, reflecting in a wall-mirror and shining down upon my sleepy face, the light was bright enough that I could have believed the rapture was upon me, ---but no, it was not. At least not yet.
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| Hopefully we'll see yet another glorious sunrise... |
Another failure on his part is likely, just like on May 21st earlier this year, when nothing occurred except the realization of an error of assumption, --and in spite of the 'big political scene', gardens were happily being planted.
Not to be too critical or picky, in recognition of a marginal propensity to err frequently myself, I offer the observation "there's nothing quite like being wrong", --doing so often turns the erring, confused and befuddled into stand-up beings that eventually come to an indisputable understanding that they, too, are fallible.
Yes, (Harold & Co) still completely and wholly believe the end is coming today. That is because they fully believe in their own interpretation and understanding of translations and predictions made in the bible. We all make mistakes, who hasn't been there?
Here at Incoming Bytes we're just as happy to go along with the sleepy earth, stones and bones of Terra Firma --for now, one eye open or not, --grass grows, leaves fall off of trees, children are born, folks pass on --and true to form, down in Arizona gardens are sprouting according to M.J. Joachim. (Yes, that MJ, of "Gum Pets on the Hill")
That would be " sprouting in glorious optimism" --- and let's stretch that a bit further according to my old-fashioned and perhaps idiosyncratic way of thinking, especially today, sprouting in glorious optimism with the approval of God's official plan.
We aren't finished quite yet.
There is hope offered as we see Harold's predictions of doom come closer to naught by the hour -- undoubtedly destined to fail as previously, and like May dire predictions from the past.
I therefore shall continue to believe not the minds and fabrications of men, and shall not pretend to know the mind of God either. Let the cantaloupe sprout in Arizona right on schedule as per THE plan, and around here, we'll buckle down and pray the coming winter isn't too severe up in this neck of the woods.
Coffee time.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
