Neanderpundit

I picked up a wad of ammo for some friends and even scored 500 rounds of 223 for myself.

Sitting in my office last night, thumbing cartridges into a handful of Magpul Pmags, it felt like being pregnant. Pregnant with whoopass. And I’m ready to deliver.

yesterday I posted about how appropriate it is that Pentecost and Memorial day shared a weekend.

It isn’t like I’m ignoring it. I know all of you who read here will, indeed, remember. Telling you to remember is a waste of time.

Today, I plant flowers, work on household projects, read quietly. Life lived properly is a prayer, ask anyone who has lived in a monastery or been on a monastic retreat. Do your work, but meditate on the life you have, and those who sacrifice, and sacrifice a little of yourself- your vanity, your pride, your ego. Be humble and go about your day as if your days work was a prayer, and soon enough it will be.

I am constantly minded about how nobody else seems to want to do the things I do. And it used to boggle me, because what I do is not difficult. Then it dawned on me that it is not difficult because I work as if it were prayer, and to people on the outside, it seems like a miracle.

Perhaps it is. Try it a while. See if it helps you.

Me, watching a woman with multiple piercings and vast expanses of very bright and very public ink:”Nice dumper. Always wanted to do a circus freak”
Partner: “The women I know all check that box off on their bucket list after meeting me”
Me: “I am so blogging this”