I Pledge


There are things I wish I could pledge, to always be honest, to always be there, to always…

As you can see these pledges begin with the idea of ‘always’, and how difficult it is to be always anything. Like a person wants to be ‘always honest,’ but at times what you think is honest maybe isn’t and always is a long time.

“Not to know is bad. Not to wish to know is worse. African proverb”

Monday, Monday—I was asked Wednesday, March 2, if Old Fuzzy and I had any plans for the weekend. We had in the last few weeks (of February) before had several ‘surprise’ gatherings, mostly for birthdays, and were we planning on any surprise things for that weekend?

I honestly replied not to my knowledge, but…Old Fuzzy and I have been married fifty years as of March 7 this year. During the week we were invited to lunch on Sunday, March 6th at one of our sons and his wife’s house.

Now, Old Fuzzy and I don’t go out often since it’s hard for me to ‘get around.’ So, it was somewhat unusual, but a nice invite. After church was over we drove over to our son’s house and found, indeed, it was a party for our anniversary. So it would have been a surprise, except Old Fuzzy and I—well, we didn’t ask and just let them ‘surprise’ us.

This weekend was another unplanned activity. Tuesday night my daughter informed us she and her family were planning on coming for the weekend. So, Wednesday we began spreading the word that Sunday afternoon was another gathering.

At least I thought that was the gist of what we were thinking. But Saturday we received a message:

Them: Are we doing anything for /on Sunday?

Me: yes we are.

Them: Erina and I were preparing, but didn’t know and didn’t want to show up and nothing happening…

Me: Well, if you’d showed up Something would have been happening…Them: You need a better social director…

So, we laughed. Our youngest son (young fuzzy) was—by default—our social director for a long time then he grew up and moved on. We parlayed over wages for being our social director, but he was adamant that not only was he NOT our social director, even at double the wages (or even ten times the original wages) 2 (or ten) times zero is still…

What a bugaboo, raining on my parade. And he always gets fed well when we have a social get-together, not to mention our wonderful company. And so the circle goes around.

So, Sunday Miss Carol brought back my copy of the second book, “As A Lovely Song” and she is now waiting for the next book to come out, “All of My Tomorrows”. It is at the editor’s and if the editor doesn’t get too traumatized it should be done with her in two weeks.

Miss Carol was asking if I had any other books planned and I do have some already partially written, but as to whether they get finished I can’t say. The way things look I’m sure for more reasons than one Jesus should be returning very soon.

“Mark 1:

1 The beginning of the gospel of Jesus Christ, the Son of God;

2 As it is written in the prophets, Behold, I send my messenger before thy face, which shall prepare thy way before thee.

3 The voice of one crying in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make his paths straight.

4 John did baptize in the wilderness, and preach the baptism of repentance for the remission of sins.

5 And there went out unto him all the land of Judaea, and they of Jerusalem, and were all baptized of him in the river of Jordan, confessing their sins.

6 And John was clothed with camel’s hair, and with a girdle of a skin about his loins; and he did eat locusts and wild honey;

7 And preached, saying, There cometh one mightier than I after me, the latchet of whose shoes I am not worthy to stoop down and unloose.”