Just here I am living my life. Trying my best, you know?
Saint Ansgar, Iowa
Joined February 2014
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Thanks everyone for telling me happy birthday.
I think it was a good birthday.
A good day.
I really like you and thanks for our time we spend together.
The Sunday school lesson from today.
Talking through it with the kids was interesting.
Never thought before why Mary felt the need to do something fancy for Jesus just one of them weird things.
But on the page before Jesus BROUGHT HER BROTHER BACK TO LIFE.
"Well. Makes sense"
One of today's prayers:
For our homes and families, that God would keep us in His word and make us truly His disciples, free from error and at peace,
And especially for fathers, that God would preserve and encourage them for their godly task to bring up children who fear Him.
We were talking today how it seems real dumb the way the pastor call process gets talked about as some special work of the Holy Spirit when Lutherans are generally very averse to talking about the Spirit moving them like Pentacostals.
But maybe that's a failing on our part.
I'm always playing with the kids' ears and everyone always comments on it, but I guess I came by it honestly.
My inlaws refuse to drink tap water and I always just make a point to fill a glass from the faucet instead of grabbing a bottle or using the triple ultra filtered reverse osmosis magic water.
So anyway I might die from that or maybe tap water is actually potable.
Swapping out the fan and thermal paste on this computer really made a difference. It runs at least 20F cooler baseline these days.
Feeling like Let Our Gladness Banish Sadness would be a good christmas hymn for kids because you can kind of just shout it and it still sounds right
Who will be the last Andymaxxer?
I've glorified poverty and dilapidation largely because I've always assumed I'd be poor forever regardless of what I did. I figured I might as well learn to get enthusiastic about poverty, dysfunction, and obscurity if it was inevitable.
Now that I've escaped it, I ask myself: "What the hell do I do now?"
What do I actually want?
After years of training myself to "want" a poor life on the distant (rural) margins, now that I no longer have to do that I have no idea what it is that I actually want. Always, I've let my blackpilled perspective on my own station interrupt my ability to want anything. If it wasn't ultra-cheap, I simply forced myself to not want it, period.
Now? I could realistically make it work almost anywhere with careful planning. Could get into all sorts of businesses, try anything, make any number of interesting or edifying gambles or ventures... this is solely because of careful, anxiety-inducing levels of fiscal caution and extreme frugality.
If you've ever wondered why it is that I seem "all over the place," it's this exact thing. It's this combined with becoming a father and realizing that the dilapidation and poverty I've forced myself to "want" isn't actually what I want to give my kids.
I don't know what that is I'm looking at, but it reminds me of that whole "Some people don't like stuff that looks like that" thing, because something about it gives the the shivers.
Not really the most exciting birthday I ever had but I guess none of my birthdays are ever that exciting, so about par for the course.
What even is the point of birthdays
