Psalm 23 (King James Version)
23 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
“He restoreth my soul.” The perfect words. Getting together with the family, especially the grandkids did just that. Fooling around at the pool table with my younger grandsons and watching old movies and eating absurd amounts of fattening foods and joking and laughing was “A Medicine for Melancholy.” Camera Girl clocked multiple days of preparation and cooked up a storm. She fell asleep exhausted last night but woke up today smiling and looking forward to the Friday sequel when even more family will be over.
I sat down and talked about current business problems with one of my sons-in-law. He runs a medium-sized manufacturing plant and they just can’t find good help at any reasonable price. But just telling his situation to someone who knows what he’s talking about is therapeutic and I was glad he confided in me. Maybe I’ll figure out something that could help. But just talking is good. We all get wrapped up in our own problems. We lose track of how others, even close family, are getting along or aren’t getting along. Knowing that someone else would benefit from some small help is valuable. We break out of our silos as they say in management speak.
How about that! The world isn’t quite ready to collapse yet. We’ll get to breathe and eat and laugh and cry. There are all kinds of useful things we can do right around us even as Dementia Joe and the rest of the looters figure out new ways to degrade this once great nation.
Talk to your friends and family. Spend time with them. Figure out how you can help them. Make their lives better and it’ll make your life better too. The world doesn’t really consist just of trans-gender lunatics and critical race theory propagandists. It consists of your family and friends and the life they have to lead. Sure, those other things impact them and you can help to offset some of that harm with information you can provide. But the focus is on the positive things that you do and say. Do them. Say them. Because it’s the neglect of doing the things that need to be done that leaves room for the madness to creep in.
I must sound like someone hopped up on amphetamines but it’s just amazing. The COVID isolation must have beat my soul down pretty bad. Because the lift I got from a regular Thanksgiving get together is phenomenal. Hopefully by Monday I’ll be able to muster up some gloom and doom. But right now, I’m looking forward to round two. Enjoy your long holiday weekend.
Here’s a repeat of Camera Girl’s Thanksgiving Turkey. But it deserves another photo.