It’s really not a big deal on this blog to have several days without a post. I am just a man with a job, family, and all other kinds of stuff going on. WordPress gives you the ability to write a post then publish it days later. That’s a nice feature if you get inspired one day and decide to write a lot. Spread your inspiration over the week and you look like the busiest blogger in Delaware.
I have been using Twitter frequently. It provides the ability to crank out a quick idea then post. WordPress now has a Twitter box you can shove in your blog. It’s on the sidebar if you wish to view the official That’s Elbert Twitter account.
You have got to take the time to read a post over at The Mourning Constitution about the Bethel aggression. Let me wet your appetite:
All was quiet on an oddly calm March morning in the hidden town of Blades, Delaware. Nestled between the Nanticoke River and Route 13, often mistaken as being part of Seaford, Blades has been an independently incorporated town for generations.
Arriving quietly by a hijacked Woodland Ferry from the south on the Nanticoke came a small militia from another forgotten and mistaken Sussex town named Bethel. Apparently upset over a somewhat small disagreement resurrected from their shipbuilding days, recently unearthed by a Laurel High School student researching a report for his history class, they landed on the shore just below the drawbridge with plans to take over the town and declare it part of Bethel.
His account reminds me of a creative writing piece I did for high school (a Christian high school, I might add). At the time (1984 0r 1985) there was a unusually high number of chickens becoming roadkill. They were coming off the chicken trucks transporting them to the prosessing plants. My “opinion piece” went something along the idea that there were an unfair amount of chickens being hit by automobiles while leaving other animals alone. Opposums, ducks, and others had been sighted in the area unharmed while chickens were lying dead all over the road. The writing continued, pointing our that it was becoming a shameful practice, and drivers should take better care to hit other animals other than chickens, spreading the misery around. This is what I remember about this assignment. I don’t remember what grade I received on that essay but I don’t recall that it was an “F”.
Every so often I see my English teacher around Laurel, and she still talks to me. Amazing.
This morning’s worship music went well. For those of you that haven’t been to our church, for music we usually do a four song set with contemporary music and lyrics that honor and give admiration to God. I wasn’t feeling all “worshipful” this morning. It wasn’t the songs, it was me. The pastor and a bunch of us got together and prayed part of the way through our practice/warm-up this morning. It worked, as this “feeling” I had lifted. My wife commented how good the song set went, and I was happy. Believe me, my wife is a fair critic, unafraid to say if it was bad.
We had a practice time after church, reviewing one particular song. During the time I had another one of those “seizure episodes”. I haven’t had one in a while. I was fighting it while playing. I know I was hitting the wrong notes and missing the lyrics but I didn’t want to stop. When my wife walked into the room I couldn’t fight anymore. For me, there’s a certain amount of embarrassment associated with these episodes. It’s this constant feeling that those around me think I’m making this up, and as a result are angry with me. My friends and family got me to the car so I could go home. I slept away most of the afternoon.
My wife woke me to see if I would eat. I was hungry but didn’t want to get up. I decided to eat at the table with my family. It took a few minutes to get to get there but I made it.
My wife made a great dinner this afternoon. She put an delicious ending on it: yellow cake with chocolate icing. The cake mix was on sale at Food Lion so that made it a natural. It was a great combination of my two favorite things: cheap and good.
OK, that’s enough for now.