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Ben Stein, host of the documentary Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed, actor, writer, economist, commentator, writes in September 2009 NewsMax:
Ben Stein
Once you have found yourself in a place you want to be, praise God. Don’t think you did it yourself. God put you there and deserves the praise. Plus, praising God is probably the single best use of your time and energy.
As for me, I have to get on my knees now and thank the God who let me earn a living yesterday by playing make-believe. And, as always, the men and women of the military who keep me free in a free country with their blood and their lives. They are not playing make-believe.
No wonder Mr. Stein writes things worth reading!
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When I wrote about my MagicJack back in January, it was all new to me. Now, half a year later, I should report how happy I am to have it. In the past couple of days I have had nice long conversations with daughters in Indiana and New Mexico without having to think of mounting long distance charges or cell phone minutes accumulating. While perhaps not as clear as a telephone line, it is for my purposes quite satisfactory. NB: This is not a paid, or even a solicited advertisement!
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Garden Report: On another front, my mole seems to be permanently gone from my garden. I cannot blame it for feeling unwelcome — after doses of Mint Moleblaster (with and without habanero peppers), after having its hole filled with rocks, etc., etc., it has vacated the premises. I wish I could say the garden did well but it rained almost every day this summer and something went dreadfully wrong with my tomatoes. The leaves just turned yellowish-gray and wilted away and the fruit had big brown spots. Less than a dozen were edible. For the first time in 40 years I will have no tomatoes frozen in my freezer for the coming winter. The (senior lapse here*) is deliriously happy and potatoes are yet to be harvested. Peppers are so-so. The weatherman reports that summer is over – we will have no more days over 90, he says. Actually, this is the summer that wasn’t. It just rained and rained and rarely was really hot. We did have plenty of humidity!
*Basil. It took me hours to come up with that word! I had ‘balsam’ in my mind and it wouldn’t move over and let the basil in. I was about to go out to the garden, pick some, and ask what its name was, when ‘basil’ came to mind. For someone who has always had plenty of words on the tip of my tongue, this is a humbling experience.
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(From Marion via Barbara) As I was nursing my baby, my cousin’s six-year-old daughter, Krissy, came into the room. Never having seen anyone breast feed before, she was intrigued and full of all kinds of questions about what I was doing. After mulling over my answers, she remarked, ‘My mom has some of those, but I don’t think she knows how to use them.’
The Lord gives and the Lord takes away [harvests and memories]. Blessed be the name of the Lord. — Job 1:21