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Looked cloudy out. Dark, hard to be sure. Had to step away from the house and light. Yep. Still, it usually doesn't rain at night. Usually. So, I got the griddle warming, went in to arrange things, and then it hit. Pretty much just drenched... everything. A heavy rain. I turned the griddle off and got to making soup.
Soup is so... soupy! Bleh. So, I added peas, corn, beans, and sausage. Then, added cheese to the final product, and creme fraiche. That... was pretty good. And, I was careful to be sure the sausage was done. Oh, added mushrooms as well. I also spiced it what I would consider gently. You might be able to eat it, but you probably wouldn't want to eat it? I like it really hot, so for me, a gentle burn is hotter than anything you have probably even smelled.
With all the adds, I couldn't eat the whole pot of soup. I have more, for later. Very pleased with that. Filling, too. I added nearly a (bigger) soup can of water. But then I drain the veggies. That water is too salty. So, it was a good lot of food. More, when I can. Though I may skip the creme fraiche this time. I will add cheese though. Nice.
A friend and I are writing again. He is in sort of rough shape now. Covid got him working at home, alone. He lost track of things. And, has put on a lot of weight. We used to debate things. And, I... caused him some minor forms of grief. He wasn't sure if I was truly griefing him, or if my beliefs are... difficult. I can't always say. I... only ask that you suffer with gratitude. Literally. I do ask that your life be forfeit to what is right. Not... what you think is right. But, too, I have... notions, about women, the world, politics, and religion that I am surprised haven't gotten me shot... yet.
I remember telling him he was far too... idealistic. And, yet, hoping... in some small way, that he might be able to hold that idealism. It was fresh. I was already... hardened. Though, I was mostly dead then, just didn't know it. Thought, had been told, I was dealing with depression, not a mostly dead heart. That... learns you, trying to live while mostly dead. Trying to get through engineering school, when you can barely stand on any given day.
Still, we talked on many things, topics. Actually, we didn't stop talking. We have had conversations through the years. He, now, is older than I was when he met me. And, perhaps, if not with a bad heart, in worse shape. Odd how that works out. Anyway, we are on another round of conversations.
I'm telling you? While I may seem disagreeable, that isn't usually the intent. I really expect exact definitions, precision in understandings, and some other things. The problem with that is, it's... not... really possible? You can define anything you wish. And, no matter your intent? A bit later, you may well disagree. Sooner or later, you will change your mind. And, the more precise you were? The bigger the change. There... isn't a way out.
That isn't why I decided to become Catholic. But, that is a feature to it. Even if the moderns, as they are doing, try to change Catholicism to... very bad things? The history of the church, bible, and some other things, especially God, do not change. Some things are absolutely unchangeable. If a vast majority choose darkness, that... won't impact the church. The church was always small. It's never been as grand as it might appear. Only a few believers. From pope to the lowest of us, there are only some who... believe. If you believe what you want to believe? You... aren't Catholic. There is a difference between believing what you want to believe, of course, and believing what you are lead, and called, to believe. But... the... line between those can get dangerously blurry. Well, that's my story.
Oh, he was raised Catholic, but has... walked... in a different way. Not completely out, but not in. I tell him I have hope for him. Not in the way I hoped he could keep his idealism, or certain aspects of it. For, that was a nostalgic hope, not... a real one. This? This is a real hope. As a man, who walks without care, will walk in a circle. So too, I hope, he will find his way back. The trick is, when you find your way home, stop. *grins* All I'm saying.
I know. Some truly hate everything I suggest. I think more for those who know it is correct. When they don't want it to be correct. Especially if they have some power and influence. The Jews learned to hate God. Because He required them to choose between their power and His will. They liked their power far too much to let go. Whichever church is the most powerful, in the time of darkness, will too get that same choice. And, will most likely fail, much of it. Some Jews will be saved. So too, some Christians, Catholics. Many, but not all. And, what does "many" mean... on a percentage basis?
Ah, our conversations cause me to think. Oh, me you ask? I... can't say. That isn't my area. Salvation, that is. I honestly attempt to do as He would wish me. I do what I believe He asks me to do, and to the fullest I am able. I seek His will, in my life and the world. And I bow to His judgment, one way or the other. If possible, and I am sent to hell, I will still pray to Him. I... don't worry about where I end up, more that I do His will. Not as a puppet, as a slave if necessary... a servant if that is as good as I can do... but as a child of His, as is possible. Yea. That's... it's just not my call. I know what I deserve, and it isn't heaven. Amen.
Well... on to a bit more gaming? Or on to bed? I'm not sure what to do in the game. There are vast areas. Getting to places without a map, and with complications which make getting through to specific places difficult. You won't, necessarily, just stumble on areas. I don't know. It's sort of a dull game, in that regard. No clues, no ideas, very rough suggestions... such as "Find help.". Really? Thanks, jagovs. Bleh. Looking for a guide. But y.t. seems to have nothing of worth.
I may play a bit, or look for a written guide. Yes, I'll do that. Then, maybe, go on to bed... after finding one, and possibly reading a bit.
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