Introduction
This brief article focuses on the purchase of this website's domain name (on Independence Day), a call from my adoptive sister and her mother, myopic insanity, and recent haircuts. It was in the context of “life, such as it was.” No, this article does not include any photographs of food.
Independence Day
“Saturday, in the park, I think it was the Fourth of July.” That’s a good song. Due to my “cowardice,” I didn’t spend yesterday, Saturday, in the park hiking. I’ve hiked in hot and humid weather many times, before and after acquiring three “bionic” joints. Yesterday, I didn’t feel the need to soak a tee shirt in sweat and change into a dry one after such a hike. Next time? Well, look for a future article!
On Independence Day, however, I did buy the rights to my website to demonstrate my independence! This initial website, https://www.appalachianirishman.blogspot.com/, is a backup link now. My website is now https://appalachianirishman.com/! I own the domain name for the next ten years! Of course, if I’m still here at “boot camp” in ten years, I’ll renew my ownership for another ten years and so forth. The Lord knows how many decades I have left before he calls me to my everlasting home.
Call from My Sister
Did y’all know that I have a sister? Yes, I do! She has about eight years on me. No, my parents didn’t have a daughter. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I lived in Missouri from 1986 to 1994, before we moved to Russia (1994 to 1999). My sister and I adopted each other back then! I am her brother. She is my sister. We are not related biologically. We are related in spirit! Her family and she are of predominant Irish stock. I am too.
My sister called in the early evening on 7/7/2020. We talked from 6:52 PM to 8:33 PM, an hour and 41 minutes! Her mother and I even talked for a while. Her mother, my adoptive mother, is 90 years of age. My sister and I hadn’t talked in a while. We had a great conversation! The miles are distant (about an eight-hour drive one way), but our spirits are side-by-side!
My adoptive sister and mother have endured a great deal of trouble in this boot camp world. I have also. We endure by God’s grace and our stubborn and strong Irish wills!
One topic of our conversation was about the racial tension in this country. I will not address the minutiae on the topic. Anyone raised correctly by godly parents and who follows the Bible correctly should know the answer to the tension. My sister and I agreed, of course.
My sister and I continued our conversation by email. On 7/8/2020, she emailed a reference to an article, which is linked here. (That’s one place where I found it.) Some details from the article do not appear to be correct, as I figured out. One link is here.
The Irish, however, were slaves. The difference between “indentured servants” and “slaves” is nothing more than a quibble, used euphemistically. The proof from two articles, among several, is here and here; I ordered the book.
As I’ve written before, black, white, red, and yellow have all been slaves. We must all follow God’s law! Only then will everyone get along properly. Do not be enslaved in your mind.
As an important aside, a free couple in a once-free nation has the right, according to law (God’s law as enshrined in the Second Amendment), to defend themselves against a threat. I am glad that some are standing with them! I stand with them.
Sister, let’s see when our families can meet around the Nashville area soon! Until then, you are my sister. I am your brother. We stay connected in spirit and by phone calls and emails!
Myopic Insanity
I have written my thoughts about the new cold virus in the Corona Myopia topic section. I have moved on. Furthermore, I wish our once-great nation would do likewise.
Mrs. Appalachian Irishman took her father to a medical appointment on 7/9/2020. She does not wear a mask when she is with her father every day at his home. Those idiots made her wait in the hot car. (She said several others, including the very elderly, were doing the same for the same reason.) Those idiots would not allow her to stay in the building with her father for his appointment, even when she was wearing a mask, which she came in wearing. By the way, my father-in-law was wearing a mask. It was a clear example of myopic insanity!
Haircuts
Yesterday, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman was finally able to get a high-dollar “haircut” at her “barber.” Her last “haircut,” delayed by the new cold virus, was on 11/23/2019. As far as I could tell, about an inch of hair was gone. That little gray area was colored. The cost was, well, I’d better not say. Her usual “haircut” would have been last February, but her “barber” was not allowed to be in business. Later, her “barber” was allowed to reopen with the restrictions, but the appointments were booked until yesterday. That was another example of myopic insanity.
Oh, I’m into week six, instead of the usual four, for my haircut. My barber seems to be focusing more on his other income stream. He still cuts hair, but his hair-cutting business is taking a clipping. I might get a haircut on Thursday. We will see.
Conclusion
I still haven’t understood why folks post photographs of food on social media websites. I eat food.
Speaking of which, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman just came into my home office and cleared her throat. Okay, dear! I’ll stop for supper without first taking a photograph of it!
Y’all turn right and go straight out there, please, unless you’re doing so already! If you are, then good! Keep going!
Postscript: This sentence is my after-supper digest entry as I digest my supper. (I love a good play on words!)
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