Wednesday, July 30, 2008
"Men are childish," a woman said one day.
"They laugh and get their fun in the most immature ways:
laughing at gas, gas and insulting people to their face.
It's sad. It's pathetic. It's a disgrace."
"I agree," said her friend at the table.
"I don't know when they will be able,
to not act in such ways.
We all know that will take many days."
"Now wait a minute!" The husband barged in.
"At least I don't talk about others and their sins,
behind their backs to those who don't need to know.
At least I fight for worth, some sort of honor bestowed,
unlike women, who pick petty ordeals,
to fight and scream about, biting at each other's heals."
"At least I'm not spying, listening to conversations,
that weren't meant for a man's contemplation."
"At least when I insult someone, it needs not be secret,
I'll say it to their face loud enough for all to hear it."
"Well, maybe that's the cause of wars,
All the men in charge using words as swords."
"Maybe," a little voice came from the door,
"it's somewhere in the middle that will stop the wars."
"Son, you don't understand quite yet.
There's no way, I bet."
"I think I know this world well enough,
Dad, you don't need to bee so tough,
and Mom, you don't need to hide,
all of your criticisms inside.
I may be younger than you,
I may not know as much as you do,
but I live in the same place,
and we're all in the same race.
It's a happy median of the two,
a little man for you, and woman for you.
Now, please, you listen to me,
because you don't do it every time I speak,
I am tired of your fighting,
your back-stabbing and spying,
your spitting in faces and fighting,"
They all stood in silence,
staring at the child who had given his sense.
The mother was crying softly,
and the father had so many tears he could barely see.
They came together and scooped up their son,
holding him in their arms, thankful for what he had done.
"I love you, Dad. I love you, Mom."
He'd at least stopped one war to come.
© Brady Mertens July 28, 2008
...I love you guys...
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
As you all may know, I have been dabbling in "country" wine making, similarly to the types of wine that your great grandmother may have made in her kitchen. My latest endeavor is to use the available fruit. I have about 4 gallons of Crabapple aging from the first batch, the pictures are of me working on the second crabapple batch and I have a third mixed crabapple, blackberry, strawberry, blueberry, that I just started on Friday. The green jug is a special cherry/pear batch H and B picked the cherries from a tree on the property line to the north and the pears were in the basket in the kitchen getting ready to go bad. Some of you may recognize my secondary fermentation vessel.....most of my receipts say to bottle and age for at least 6 months. Ill let you know, for now enjoy the pictures.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
It was amazing and the Lord provides no accidents, only miracles. We, (H and I) originally weren’t going to get to go. We had the chance to participate in the events on Saturday afternoon and Sunday because of no show’s. Here is H with our group enjoying here “Hero” Bob Rice and Steve Angrisano (google him its cool).