- Truck, late night grilling, peppers filling the porch
There are many truths in this life. Their side, our side, and then there is reality. Philosophy dictates no matter what shall be done in the dark the light shall bring it forth to be known. Eternal some truths are supposedly yet still internal struggles rear themselves giving rise to struggle and conflict. Recognizing our true desires, moving forward on them, being true to ourselves is the only way to vanquish those inner demons.
In light of Matthew and it’s effects on our communities, I feel the need to share some information. I have been inundated by people calling and coming in looking for portable generators and ways to back feed into their panels every since Wednesday. There are many variables to consider mainly if you need 120 or 250 volts and just how much of the home you want to power.
If you are looking at powering all of your home you certainly should go with a home generator. This allows you to power all of your 120 & 240 items safely. It also utilizes an Automatic Transfer Switch (ATS)
that breaks the connection between your electrical panel to prevent your generator from back feeding into the power lines saving the life of the lineman working to restore everyone’s electricity.
Portable generators are just that, one’s manufactured to power items plugged directly into them. This is often hampered by the distance required to place the generator in a location that keeps it out of the weather and the noise it produces, and the location of what is desired to be powered. Therefore you have to realize these generators can have PROPERLY sized extension cords between them and what they power. They are not by any means intended to power an entire home. Usage of these is meant to come with the understanding of such.
I’d be happy to provide further information if desired.
A struggle that is faced at first second by second, moment by moment. This in turn allows that which would break us enter our thoughts less frequently. Seconds become hours, days become months and by searching within focus returns allowing peace. The discordant memories no longer cut as deeply, emotional and psychological buffers allowing separation from painful events. Strength is allowing yourself the chance to heal.
We all start out with the best of them hopefully. The idea that the course set upon will bring about the most positive results for those involved. Such notions often become wistfully unobtainable once to many variables are introduced. Streamline as to realize that which TRULY matters and all else falls into place. Look not back at that left on the wayside as change gives focus and clarification.
When that which most utterly can destroy you is the self same which makes you feel most a live. To turn away is to realize to do so keeps you breathing air that never truly ignites within your chest. That hunger shall never be quenched so as time passes the appetite fades to the point surrender is given and life becomes nothing but a series of connected moments.
Time does heal, but not fully. There should be no shame in the scars we carry for carry them we do. Their weight serve as reminders of painful events in our lives that had the opportunity to make us less but only served as a platform to go forward.
The days down south have stayed hot and humid with ninety percent being the norm. We are having hit and miss showers during the week. My thoughts are with the Gulf coast with the torrential downpour and flooding they are experiencing.
Updates on the pepper plants to follow.
Anyone else get a great feeling when they see these?
This morning I decided to change up my day off routine. Typically my morning would start off with a quick dash around farcebook then a few rounds of online gaming while perhaps doing a load of laundry. Thrilling isn’t it? Nope, today would be different!
I did a few reposts (sorry that mobile app doesn’t allow shares to the community page yet) then jumped into the truck to grab breakfast. I neither sat and ate at the restaurant nor did I bring it back to the house, instead choosing to engage in a bit of people watching in a relaxed environment. There is a small park nearby so I pulled into a parking space facing the pond there.
The pond has a paved path surrounding it and was being put to use by both walkers and runners this morning. You could see vehicles of all sorts wheeling in, their passengers donning their warm up gear preparing for the morning’s exertions. The majority of arrivals were women in running bras and shorts, shades on chatting with one another as though this were established routine. A young couple dashing to grab a fiberglass-hulled, wood-framed boat to put on the water.
Most interesting in all of this was the events developing a few parking spaces away. A bald tattooed man who I would venture to guess to be in his late twenties stood holding a round shield and sword as if posing for a photo. He wore a scabbard upon his black clothing, right shirt sleeve opened at the shoulder to show one of his tattoos. A large earring glittered in the sun as it’s light shine through the swaying breeze dancing leaves of the trees lining the parking area. A conversation could be overheard between him and his similarly attired companion that gave way their intentions. Discussion ensued upon how fight scenes should not be comprised only mostly grappling. “Ah-ha”, I say to myself realizing role-playing was afoot.
My breakfast being done I started my engine and began to depart. There was just one little thing that needed to be done before I left… ” Excuse me,” I called out to the gentleman preparing for their scene. “You might consider adding this to your arsenal, it matches with the theme quite well.”
“A little leather around the handle to hide the plastic makes this affordable tool a great addition.” I told them where it could be found and for how much to which they expressed their thanks and we parted ways.
A little change can bring a lot to a day ey?