I heard something last night that just made me shake my head.
Michael's brother, Anthony. I mean, how is this kid going to survive in the real world? Is he going to live with his mother forever?
Last night, I'm sitting there listening to the boys talk about Anthony's life as it stands right now. He stays in the house all day long, smoking pot and getting drunk.
That's it. He apparently has sniffed out a girl a couple of townhouses down that he is allegedly hitting on. He paces around the house, back and forth, back and forth.
I won't go into all of how I feel about that entire situation over there again, as I have done it too many times and it isn't worth wasting my time. One thing that got me yesterday, though was when Michael and JD went to JD's house to play basketball. JD is being raised by an 82 year old grandmother. Michael is Mexican, JD is black. When they got back, Michael was all up in a huff. JD's grandmother had come out of the house and told JD to "keep that Mexican boy off of my property". She's racist!! I couldn't believe my ears - but JD wouldn't make up such a story. They then started in on Michael's grandmother. I hadn't heard this little gem before, either: she hates both white people and black people.
I'm not voluntarily exposed to racist people, so I don't encounter such very often. I always attempt to see things through the eyes of the Lord. Not that I am God, just trying to take His perspective on things, if that is, indeed, at all possible for a human speck of dust to do. The Bible says we are all created in His image and likeness. Racism is not a part of my equation. There are certain religions that I most certainly hate, but - not entire people groups.
My excitement for today is continued work in deweeding and degrassing on the east side of the house. I transplanted one of the plants I wanted to move yesterday and in a little bit, I'm going to move another plant from the back of the house to the front - hole already dug. I have also decided to go ahead and plant some shrubs next to the rear fence on the east side of the house that has nothing. I still have several plants from that auction. I had no idea that those plants could basically live in those pots indefinitely. Only when they get too big and the roots start getting all bunched up - then you can either plant them or put them in even bigger pots.
High today 96 - but the dew point and humidity are up enough to make it feel uncomfortable even at that low of a temp, so I'm going to try to get this stuff done before noon.
I don't know how everyone is doing, so I am definitely going to make the rounds today to various blogs. Later on - after all the sweat and heavy work is over. Trust me, digging in that dirt is hard work. It ain't soil that just comes out and walaah, you have a hole. It's rocks and hard dirt that only come out after a LOT of energy is thrust into it. Which is why I sorta put on hold, some time ago, planting the final plants from that nursery auction. I just got tired of it.
That coupled with the weeds and grass that are constant chore on the east side of the house. It's great exercise, I'll say that much.
Have a great day.
ben
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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I get more racist as I get older, which is shocking! Not that I want to paint a whole group of people with one brush, but I'm seeing definite patterns. The gypsy cab drivers, the sudanese slaughterhouse workers, the indian gas stations, all have their own quirks and rip offs.
Once when I was about six, a friend's mom said I had to go home because her daughter wasn't allowed to play with Indians, and I went home to ask my mom what an Indian was. I always thought I was white! lol
Lol! I will admit I definitely have much stronger views about certain things as I age and the element of "peers" or popularity, ie: lack of it for having opposing views; or caring what others think about me has very little effect on me. In fact, none. Life has a way of doing that to you - you are what you are, you think what you think and there isn't much that is going to change. There ARE elements that could change my views - but they are not of this world, to put it mildly.
It's the indian hotels that get me :)
ben
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