Well, well, well. Now don’t that muddy your creek? Best as I can tell, the same legion of individuals who griped and complained all winter about the weather are at it again. But they’re complaining about the heat now instead of the cold.
I bet they wish they had some of that brisk weather right now that they hated so much back in the winter. But let’s face it, there is no way to satisfy mankind, no matter what we do.
I dread winter too, but I am not going to gripe about it. Whatever the Lord sends our way we best bear it and keep our opinions to ourselves
No matter how much griping and complaining is put forth, it won’t change anything. It’s about arguing I guess, as useless as tits on a boar hog, because you can argue over some trivial matter for a week, and when the arguing stops, the results are the same as when you started. All that lung exercise didn’t produce any better results.
Like I said, I dread winter too, because I don’t have the breath or strength to walk up my driveway. I have an old four-wheel drive that will haul me up it, but I literally have to slide back off , and that gives me a gigantic case of indigestion because I can’t just holler “whoa” and get it to stop. It just seems to turn into a sled with no way to steer it.
Last winter was like the winters we used to have when I was just a towhead. Of course, way back then my joints and other parts didn’t ache like they do now.
Some winter mornings I wake up feeling like my pacemaker is running in reverse, but after a bit of groaning I get my joints to working and then I am all right for awhile.
It is human nature for people to groan and complain about one thing or another, I reckon. If we didn’t complain about anything, people would consider us odd indeed. But people ought to do a lot less complaining and a lot more giving thanks.
My late brother didn’t believe in complaining, like myself. He died Nov. 25, 2007. In June 2008, I almost joined him, because of the same thing — heart failure. But the Lord intervened on my behalf for reasons known only to Him.
So I have nothing to brag or complain about, but an awful lot to be thankful for.
That’s all from the funny farm until next time.