Because of Sition

  In consequence of certain circumstance beyond the clutches of my control, I am condemned to contributing considerable chunks of time and energy into other projects.  The reason for this unreasonable turn of events is sition, a fanciful appellation for a frightfully real phenomena. It is pronounced like aquisition, without the aqui...and the word was forged in the furnace of our faculties.  The term represents that compelling internal force to do something you had not particularly wanted to, but you know you should do because it is particularly the right thing to do, which thing others, whom you admire and respect, are already doing or will be doing presently. Do not mistake this with external force, blackmail, or other malicious forms of powerful persuasion, for it stems more from respect, trust, a stricken conscience, and/or a weak mind.  For example, our present situation at the present time. One of our number, a wiser and more experienced one, decided to live on a rigorous schedule in order to accomplish more of the important tasks required by each day. If any person wants something of that sort, that is fine, but one can not help but see the benefits of such a scheme and a zephyr of sition ruffles your senses. Then that individual invited anyone who wanted to join, sition turns into a incessant breeze. Others around you volunteer, some even enthusiastically. Great gusts of gale force wind plow into your will power enshrouding you, covering you, tumbling, turning, bearing you away into a more serious reflection on the fragile faults of your reluctance. The stage was set, the deed was done, you find yourself enlisting in change for the better.  Some call it friendly peer pressure, I call it sition.  Let me tell you why.  Before I lived happily ever after, someone suggested to me that there was opposition in all things, and before this idea could ossify in my mind I discovered a fallacy.  Where others may enjoy a variety of options, I, having 11 parents (9 happen to be my older siblings), somehow was always presented with only one choice. Instead of experiencing opposition in even a few things, all I ever felt was sition in all things. This all occurred once upon a time. Consequently, a rigorous schedule equates an elimination of the abundant extra time at my disposal to host and post.
   Having thus explained my absence, I return to give an exceptionally incomplete review of our comings and goings, our doings and undoings, our falling and failings, etc.

For example, felling timber.  By the way, the person shown is an Australian missionary, not Graham on steroids. 

One of Isaac's favorite things to, and which he does well. He was in the process of making a bookshelf. The book shelf is complete, and still we have not taken a picture of it, and, please, direct all complaints to our director of photography Monsieur Isaac. 

This is a pretty accurate depiction of our days.  Work hours happen to be during the hottest part of the day. Better that than during the mosquitoes' daily evening feasts. That point is debatable!

This might be a more accurate depiction of what we really feel.

We have to include the invention that makes each day worth living.

Resting from your labors on Sunday positively implies enjoying good food, and a good conversation to wash it down. 

There seems to be an informal competition around here, because of which everyone has started exploring new horizons in the desert...I mean dessert.

This was an all time favorite of cashew cream cheese, chunks of dates, coconut chocolate mouse, and more.  The artisan of this award winner was Mani.

   The moral of this story could not possibly be one of submission to doing what you know is right.  Even if it looks black and terrible at first, and gradually you realize how satisfying and good it actually is. That is what I discovered about our new schedule. It is great! I guess we could have said you are what you want to be. But then how come I do not feel any stronger or fuller?

   P.H. D., who seeks what a host or a post want most.  What is it they seek?  The answer to the question just posed.  

   Though schedules generally make one more predictable, do not be deceived, because you never know when I will post again. 

Blazing Ahead!

Down to business! We have hardly had half the time and energy we used to have, as our time is now eaten up in practical productive pursuits. Hopefully no one remembers the first disastrous dehydrator devised by us intellectuals.  Because, as I said anteriorly, the only way it could have been worse is if it combusted spontaneously. Luckily, our inefficient plastic bottles rendered any heat creation impossible and safe from any incinerating hazard.

Also, as advised aforehand, another attempt is underway. However, this plan involves metallurgical instruction in order to accurately accomplish the required efforts. Angle grinders are a great way to “spark” these inclinations.

Cutting metal is pretty straightforward, but this is where we could have used a professional tutor.

Why does everyone make welding look so easy? Our second banana’s (Graham) first attempt, as shown, may not get a blue ribbon or anything, but it sure looked better than the rest of our wearisome wrestlings with the unwieldy welding machine.

No project is without its distractions, but this time the camera was close at hand. Some people say you should stay focused, and I concur.  Those same people should tell our photographer that, but nice picture anyway! J

Isaac also experienced the eerie electrical enlightenment.  With the combined efforts of myself, Isaac, and the second banana, we have completed the primary welding job, and when it falls to pieces, we will engage in the secondary welding overhaul.  If for some unimaginable reason, problems persist we might have to scrap it and procure yet another bigger, better, more complicated, and more difficult idea on which to whet our manufacturing mania.

I thought I would just enblog this one because I like the picture, and with a little stretch of the conjuring faculties we could probably find some relation between this and the previous pictures, with maybe the exception of the bushy black butterfly.

   Is story the of moral the; where one welding rod finishes is a good place to start another, unless of course you like sporadic agglomerations of welds here, there, and everywhere. You might think we like that, too. Be not deceived! On the other hand, experience may not be the fastest of all teachers, but usually is more convincing.  It can just be a little confusing sometimes to figure out what she is trying to teach.

   Again the Post Host, David, and whoever accused me of being a post hole digger pretty much hit the mosquito in the eye…boy, I wonder where he gets his information? Whatever holes I may dig for myself or bonds we may weld, just remember  you never know when I will post again!

What's Up?!!

What's Up?

Blessings! Many prepackaged, ready to serve, on-the-go, fast food, dropped off and picked up, mind boggling, unpredictable blessings!

You never know when the next one will fall!

P.S. We are currently advertising for a new photographer, as ours was overly blessed! :) If you are interested in this position please contact the Post Host via the comment box below.  Oh! you must be able to provide your own camera.