Psalm 90:10, "The length of our days is seventy years—or eighty if we are strong....
|Three Score and Ten + Day 357
It's a cloudy rainy day, perfect for writing. My options for outside work are limited. But some how I am not in the writing mood. I am very tired. I feel depressed. I did not sleep well last evening. I was then and am now agitated by the direction this world has taken. I did not recognize that events could and would get so bad. This is not the way I planned to go out. If there are in the future accurate history accountings they will be arguing over where things started going wrong and why. There may be no defining moment or event. But for my two cents worth it was the Kennedy assassination and the Viet Nam War and its lasting social consequences. I will not go into why I think that. What ever my reasons they will not make any effect at this time.
I am disappointed over what I have written this past 357 days. I have been wanting to write to the grandkids. I do not see them near enough. So I hoped that I could fill in with writing, So they would know what made me, me. But I have wrote about things and events and activities not about my thinking and belief systems. Grandkids your grandfather takes the lesser path. I do not run with the herd. I stand on the hill over looking the herd, watching and learning not wanting to join. Trying to be prepared for times of chaos, for what chaos I do not, did not know. I am troubled and afraid for the children and grand children, the wife and myself. God help us all.