"Relax, we're only playing..." Ugh, sounds real enough to me. But even so, even playing witchiepoo games...

Not smart to even (vainly) imagine chatting up with dead people.  Whatever games we play, there's desire there.  People play Monopoly, because that board-game gives the players a chance to exercise capitalistic strategy - and time to be with family and friends...who are still breathing.  Some folks will do bridge, because that's a card game which high-society people are into - and others just like that game.  

Anyway, that topic over there in boomer-land is still getting gushed about...ya know, the old, "I'd like to talk to Ghandi."  Oh gaag - never mind, would Ghandi even want to spend two seconds talking to you...you old has(never)been :)   How comes these washed-up witchiepoos never think of that, huh?  

But anyway, demons are real - and they're real slick on playacting.  In other words, that's not Cleopatra with whom you're talking (your favorite) hair styles with; uhm  what about her favorites?   Hey, come to think of it:)  bet when the foolish fancy themselves conversing war stuff with Julius Caesar or cosmology with Albert Einstein, bet that conversation is very one-sided - and very ill informed.

The gush-fest continues...basically a wholelotta name-dropping (boyhowdy) going on. Coming from,

i guess, the intellectual channel.  Anyway, did hear a thought provoking sermon last night (yep, it happens :).  Anyway - and this wasn't the first time i heard a preacher say to his  Christian audience - this isn't the 1950s.  Back then, if you ran into an acquaintance, or even someone you don't really know that well, and asked that individual if he or she was saved, he or she pretty much knew what you were talking about; he or she - if lost and preferring to remain as such - most likely had either heard the Gospel from a relative / or had just seen a tract sitting on an end table while waiting to see the dentist.  Oh wait a sec, that was in October - chances are, there will a different tract come April.  It's March, and that certain Gospel tract was sitting on a small table - alongside the umbrella stand - over at the accountant's office.  

Back in the day, people who had no interest in Gospel tracts simply ignored them, or quietly put the tract in the office wastebasket.  No drama.  Decades ago, there was something called manners - even lost people (from not the best neighborhoods) knew the world - and the world's culture -  did not revolve around them.  (Run down neighborhoods were neither cool nor hip - what they were, was something to move away from - asap).  

Anyway the preacher cautioned his for-real Christ-following audience, to not assume that people are atleast partially familiar with often preached Bible phrases.  So, he said that if you ask someone if he or she is saved, he might reply, "saved from what?"  If you mentioned that Paul preached Christ's salvation from sin to the gentiles, you might hear, "Paul who?"

But it's 2021, and over at the boomer "mutual admiration society" (that comment was so on target ) they're gushing over and (not exactly) covert one-upping each other over this or that (likely reprobate) poet, novelist, actor, comedian...more like plain old buffoon (gaag) :/

Continually amazed, but not surprised. Old people, who, from years of experience, shoud know better.

It's the same old Bible-bashing going on.  And yeah, i get it.  There's (alot of) things in Scripture that ticks, even born again, people off.  (But the difference is:  saved people know the Lord is right - always right.)  Can ya spell, "flesh wars with the Spirit"?  (Paul said that somewhere in the New Testament).  While even lost people - who value their jobs more than enough to remain mum on what's normal, and what's just plain gross - might want to shout AMEN when the preacher quotes Scripture, in calling out that abomination for what it is, there is one big topic that both saved and lost get seriously sideways about.

As if tithing one's gross income isn't hard enough, what we're expected to do with what's left - after taxes and basic living expenses - is to fork over even more.  Don't recall the exact location of the New Testament verse, but it goes like this:  "work with your hands and give to those in need."

Heard that Scripture recently being preached, and yeah, a part of me silently bristled a "say what?"  Tell me i'm alone in feeling this way - Bible also says (somewhere in the Old Testament) and it goes like this, "nothing new under the sun."  So, would not be surprised if alot of the Bible-bashing is (bitter) rooted in the subject of economics - not just what's moral, and what's not.

Bought a pack of flower seeds, and it brought back - not too distant - memories.

The pack of zinnia seeds was almost $4, so this isn't off some rare flower that only grows outside a little village in Japan or Norway.  But that's not the half of it.  When i looked in the pack, there was like 10 seeds - okay, am being facetious, but comeon...  Back in the day, the little packs actually contained enough seeds, that when you opened the pack, you didn't have to strain your eyeballs, to make sure the pack actually had seeds within. 

Another memory i recall, was receiving seed catalogs in the mail.  All kinds of seeds and bulbs to anticipate over, while outside, the february snows drifted where you just shoveled.  The last gardening catalog that came in the mail, was just for equipment - no seeds, and certainly no bulbs.

Last year, went over to the gardening center and was looking at a rosebush.  It was $30.  That's a bit much, and i wanted to plant two of them.  Needless to say, that wasn't happening.

Some stats from another boomer blog, about being old, female and living alone. Bet the red-pills get their jollies.

Anyway, aside of any red-pill drama, the stats go something like this: it's almost one out of five women, aged 65 and older, who live alone; for men it's about one out of ten.  As usual, there was a bit of a women-are-just-oppressed tone about the article - ya know, like being older, female and alone is  an automatic, and very deserved, reproach.  Seriously, like what's an old broad expected to do, to fit in (gaag) with societal expectations?  First off, as for fitting in, hey, an old broad is a  human being, not a pair of (fakey-fabric) pants.

Can not help but to strongly suspect resentment going around concerning old women - widows, especially - who are not only just f.i.n.e., fine living alone, but...like it's almost a revolutionary - if not downright seditious - act (against the pro-evolutionary party)  to harbor no interest in pursuing "relationships" (i.e., fornication).  

Ew!  One comment to the article went something like this:  having a "relationship" but separate houses.  In other words, old bed buddies.  Double ew.  Sorry (not :) but if it's not a MARRIAGE then it's fake.  And if the spouses in the marriage don't put each other AHEAD of the kids - i.e., paperwork and such - then the marriage is fakey.  

Which is why this blogger is not interested in so much as a coffee date.  Number one:  age hasn't changed the mindset...and it's true - at the end of a gal's WORKday, guys are after one thing.   So, bedding some peewee makes no sense, and certainly is not worth spending an eternity in the Lake of Fire.  

And yeah i get it, not all old couples are sleeping together, but we live in very wicked times, where ... ew! is assumed.  No thanks, don't even want that appearance.  

Old brains are busy, making/maintaining new/er mental maps. Remembering

to hold onto the railing while navigating up or down the stairs.  While outside, keeping their (failing) eyesight for chuck-holes while rolling the wheel-barrow to that spot, where they'd left off working yesterday.  Old brains tell the body, hey einstein, you need to go sit in the shade for a few minutes - you're old enough to keel over from heart attack.  Old brains remind the arms to carefully take the box off the shelf (not just grab it any old way).  

And isn't it amazing, at the day's end, how much an old person is able to get done, on his or her own ;)  It's called, using one's noggin, and it's also called work ethic - yeah, the latter somehow not quite all there, in these quik-draw trivia-chase daze.  

Yep, there's more to brain activity than teevee game-shows.  There's books.  Books that don't prod/invalidate the reader into instantaneously absorbing the information therein.  As a matter of FACT, worthy writers expect the reader to take his or her time.  Worthy writers have put alot of research into their works, and they hope their contribution won't be forgotten - like last tuesday's teevee gameshow.  

The older mind? Weighing in on another blog post. The human mind is like a house. When new,

the occupants start moving in their possessions.  At first, it's not difficult at all to find stuff - the young newlyweds really don't have alot in their starter home.  The closet and the dresser in the couple's bedroom is room enough, and some, to store their clothing and shoes.  The modest kitchen is more than adequate to store their cookware.  The diningroom hutch doesn't have much in it, period.  The bride looks forward to filling it with english bone china, but that's not going to happen for awhile - soon there will be three, instead of two, living in their modest home.  

Ten years, and a built on room later, there's four people living in that house - number five is on the way.  Still adequate room for the family.  They are neat people, keeping what they need, donating or throwing away what they no longer use.

Another thirty years has gone by.  In that time, the house has grown by another add-on, plus the attic had been made into a play room.  The race-car set still sits on the table, and the dolls on a shelf.  Over the years, a few boxes have been brought up to that space.  While the grandkids go up sometimes, gram and gramps, not so much - even though an extra railing had been added to each if the home's three staircases.  

Another ten years has gone by.  Parked in the driveway, is an auctioneer's truck.  The couple has sold (for not much more than a song) some furniture - of REAL wood, but nobody cares about that sort of stuff anymore.  Digressing here, but with modern day month to month (weirdo) living arrangements, cheesy, cheesy plastic furniture is easy to leave behind, when the (weidro) shack-up suddenly breaks up.  

Anyway, the aged couple didn't want to part with any of it, but being of sound mind, the extra cash would help pay this year's (ever increasing) property tax - ya know, the tax they keep paying on a house that was paid off like some 25 years ago...tax money that goes to teach kids that evolution is fact, and that being a perv is okay.   Never mind, that simply making change from a purchase of $7.57 from a $20 requires the cash register to calculate the $12.43.  Btw, back in the day, Mrs. Frank over at Murphy's told us clerks to simply count up.  

The couple, being in their 70s, do things slower, but contrary to the "well meaning" noseys, they are doing fine living in and maintaining the house and the few acres surrounding it.  Sure, they hire help, and budget accordingly to have that help.  

Meanwhile the noseys continue their efforts (in person, and through media) to invade the old couple's boundaries with the usual unsolicited (and very needless) advice about how old people are this and and should or shouldn't do this and that.

It's like worldlings want us stupid.  Of course they do, they want us freaking gone - so they can squander our stuff (on ugly, stupid tats and gambling)...the stuff we oollld people worked, scrimped and $aved for, and took care of, over the years.

Time to get to work...yeah i know, an old people thing.