arrivals

As I sit here, munching on frozen blueberries from last year’s pickings, I have arrived at some conclusions. First, blueberries, even the frozen ones put up from last year, are good – so are zip-loc bags and freezers. Second, there seem to be enough frozen ones left to last until the fresh ones start to get ripe. Third, the bushes are well underway to providing plenty of berries for this year. The munching session also included dried figs from the fruit of last year. These were dried in my own little dehydrator and also put in zip-loc bags. Though they are noteworthy, I still like the blueberries better.

Other arrivals at conclusions have taken place, some recently and some over the course of time. One of the recent ones is that one cannot rise early, at least not to feel fresh and chipper, if one does not go to bed until 2am. This is not a particularly brilliant conclusion and should be a rather basic assumption but evidently not, since its arrival was made necessary by a couple of very unwise going to bed incidents this last week.

An even rougher conclusion arrived with the knowledge that one can get very little sleep if one depends on a CPAP machine for half-decent sleep and the necessary mask either does not fit or irritates one’s face. Having tried three different masks on as many nights, one is hoping that this last one will be the answer to the problem of nightly mask wrestling – it has done well for two nights now.

An older conclusion arrived some years ago and continues to be tied up to my dock of cognizance. This delightful brilliance is that my study/computer room will not clean up itself. I have noticed that this is also true with my workshop and garage – all of these are way beyond just cluttered. In a variation of an old law let me state, a room in a mess tends to remain in a mess unless acted upon by an outside force. If an archeological dig were made in any of these spaces, evidence could be found that dates back to the beginning – even back to the era of the “killing of the mouse”.

Arrivals at conclusions are not necessarily a permanent thing because the arrival may be at the wrong place or the conclusion may not be the right one. Then sometimes the dock of conclusion at which we have just arrived comes apart and falls into the stormy water of circumstances and our thought or emotional journey toward a solution or conclusion must continue.

My final conclusion for this missive, meant to be a permanent one for me, comes from a line in an old Hymn – “My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.” – Note that it is on His righteousness and not my own. ec