The Dark Time Has Come

It’s almost dark out. Sunset was at 4:39 PM today. We are on standard time now. The clocks set back this past Saturday night, or more accurately Sunday morning at 2 AM. One good thing about WiFi is that all our connected devices change the time automatically. No danger of an alarm neglected being re-set. We arrived at church on Sunday late as usual, but the time change had nothing to do with that and everything to do with my Snuggle Bunny. He has always been very lackadaisical when it comes to punctuality as long as I have known him. And honestly, it doesn’t bother him in the least and I have come to expect our tardiness. I have never been very effective in my promptings for him to make haste.

I sit here in my chair in the front room, watching through the window as it gets even darker outside. I have only Junebugg to keep me company as far as she is able while she sleeps on the floor near me. My Snuggle Bunny has been gone all day helping a friend do some insulating. Junebugg and I just came back in from the last gathering of eggs for the day, getting the mail and bringing in the garbage cans.

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I left the garbage cans out all day on purpose to show the neighbors that I, too, can leave the garbage cans out after pickup in the morning just like they do. However, I will never be able to compete with them when they leave the full cans out for an entire week because they failed to put them out in time for the weekly pickup. Apparently, they are not bothered by the sometimes over-filled containers as they come and go until the next pickup date. We are the only ones that have the unpleasant view of their trash the entire time. Trees hide their view. Perhaps a call to the garbage police is in order? Being a former police dispatcher, I amuse myself at the thought of the dispatcher’s response of my call to report this offense to my eyes. But it will never happen. I won’t make the call. I’m too nice! 😏 It’s because of my upbringing.

In the scripture of Mark 12:30-31 it states the most important commandment is to ⬇️

30: “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.”

Well, that’s easy-peasy. I believe I do love the Lord that much.

31: “The second is this: Love your neighbor as yourself. There is no commandment greater than these.”

Oooof!

Yeah, this one is always a work in progress for me. I struggle. But what if I don’t love myself? Am I off the hook then? Have I found a loophole?

Honestly, I didn’t mean to sit down and write a post about the neighbor’s garbage cans and how I feel about them. I thought an update post was in order since I have been failing to keep up with this blog the way I intended to. I find that each day that is filled with a project to be done is another day I’m too tired to contemplate what to blog about. Maybe now that the animal care, butchering, gardening, property maintenance, preserving, and fall cleanup is at an end, I can devote more time to blog of topics that might be of interest to a reader.

We are well. We are getting along just fine, but at a slower pace. It seems my energy fades along with the sunlight. Now that the dark time comes earlier for the season, perchance I will have more time for things that I actually like to do inside. I look forward to getting back to weaving, beading, and watching as many NFL football games as I can. 🏈 Dust and dog hair will be tolerated longer. I hope that you, also, are finding the time to do the things you like to. Our time here is short. Enjoy it. Be happy. Love and be kind.

Oh, and those of you who know what neighbors I spoke of; I trust you will keep my secret.

Funny thing. I just realized that the neighbors probably weren’t even home today while I thumbed my nose at them with the garbage cans. 😂

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