Our 45… maybe 46-year-old house still has its original windows, and some other, maybe not original, but pretty old, stuff… like an old screen door I once mentioned, some time ago, in a Daily Post article.
Just the other day, my wife and I were making our way through unusually extreme weather, here in northern California, strong, blustery wind and pounding rain, that surprised even the meteorologists, who had predicted a break in the weather, around mid-afternoon, that day.
I was behind the wheel of our aging, but delightfully functional vehicle. There’s something about old stuff that my crusty, old inner self truly appreciates.
After a series of pounding storms, every few days, this past fall and winter… and even this spring, those old windows around our place, are holding up really well. We haven’t had water leaking around the aging window frames, even when almost hurricane-force, cyclonic winds were pounding down, toppling big trees, all around.
There’s lyrical rhyming, in those words… cyclonic winds pounding down, toppling trees, all around. I’ve been writing some lyrical rhyming hip hop lyrics about current events, lately. Who says crustiness and coolness are mutually exclusive?
A friend of ours has an even older vehicle, a 1940s-era Chevy sedan. The manual windows, you open and close, by cranking a handle, go smoothly up and down, as the old, classic car smoothly rolls along.
And what is it, now? The many thousand times we’ve been opening and closing the old screen door at our house? Bumping up against it? Throwing it open and slamming it shut? It’s the toughest old screen door we’ve ever seen!
All the window replacement and vehicle replacement advertising is impressive. Those bells and whistles! Pressing buttons on a key fob, a digital key, or even a smart phone, to get a vehicle doing all sorts of things… that’s something, maybe? And all the advertising about precisely-designed windows for homes.
But a neighbor of ours, not all that long ago, had some pretty serious leaks around newly-installed windows, with rain water dripping down walls and soaking carpeting.
And then there’s the news, such disturbing current events, driving me crusty, with too many folks spouting off like they really know all about everything. Even some so-called leaders in government, and business, and organizations, for God’s sake!
Speaking of God, can anyone really know for sure, absolutely, without any doubt, God’s gender? Whether God is a he, a she, or even LGBT?
Since… isn’t God a spirit?
I looked that up, online.