04/05/2026
Journal entry for day 95 of this apocalyptic year of 2026. The year that lines up with the dates when Jesus died on the cross. He rose again. Some say He’s about to come get us. Although we don’t know when, you must admit the signs are overwhelming more than ever. I’ve made peace with those who would listen and those who wouldn’t, they have my forgiveness. What else can one do.
Anyway, all is well at the Rockinmoose these days. Spring has sprung and we are in full garden prep mode. We’re listening to the almanac and waiting until next week to plant most everything. Mama Moose is firm on that rule. We’re trying something new. We had the garden boxes covered with hay all winter. We’re burning the hay in the boxes before we till up the soil. We’re hoping that it will bring more nutrients than ever before. And it’s all natural. We shall see in a couple of months.
We’re recovering from the last little mishap. Diane wanted me to put up her new hummingbird feeders and she was filling them with her boiled sugar water. All I needed was a milk crate to reach the hook to hang the feeders. So, I took on the simple task and got up on the milk crate and she handed me the first feeder. I hopped down and moved over and hopped up again and hung the second one. Then she says, “you think you can hang one up on that thing there?” I looked up and said yep and grabbed the ladder. I set the six-foot ladder under the pole, she handed me the cute little water feeder with the clear bottle and little yellow flower things on the red bowl on its bottom. I climbed the ladder and hung the feeder. And Mama was happy. Then I went back to getting the garden beds ready.
About an hour later, she went inside and the wind started blowing. I looked around and saw that little hummingbird feeder rocking in the wind and thought to myself, that thing could rock its way right off the hanger, I better attach it a little more.
Now in my defense, I didn’t see the orange cat had climbed the ladder and was sitting on the roof of the outdoor kitchen. Pim, that orange cat is the house cat, yet he’s a master at catching birds for some reason and he was already plotting his snacks coming from that cute little feeder. I was focused. I grabbed some baling wire and number nine Kleins and went back up the ladder. The ladder is facing the back yard with my back to the outdoor kitchen. Pim decided to use me as his method of climbing down. As soon as he jumped on my shoulders and his claws grabbed on, my only thought was I punctured the electrical conduit going up that pole somehow and I was getting shocked. Anyone knows if you get hit with 220 volts, the best thing is to separate your connection by any means. My means was pushing off the pole and jumping.
Luckily, I jumped toward the pool and hit the water. As I went under, the shocking sensation became even more devastating in my shoulders and I heard a blood curdling scowl in my ear. Pim, like any other cat, doesn’t really care to go swimming. He’s locked in on my back right behind my head and I’m trying to stay up in the water, he’s screaming, I’m trying to yell for Diane and when I finally get stable footing, I looked toward the house and she was standing there laughing her cute little laugh. Pim managed to jump from my back and onto the poolside and run away all mad and shaking off like a dog.
I swam to the steps and climbed up out of the pool deck and tried to respond to my loving wife who had to sit down because her side was hurting. As I was emptying my pockets, shaking off my phone, and unloading my farm pistol and setting everything on the deck rail, she makes the statement of well if that’s all that happens today, I’ll be a happy woman. I made the mistake of saying something like the day’s still early baby doll and I grabbed all my things and started down the deck steps dripping and holding all my stuff.
Now, I don’t know why it’s always the third step when people are going down steps that they lose footing and fall, but that’s what happened. I slipped and fell back; she started laughing just before everything went dark. I woke up on the couch with my head wrapped like a mummy and she was in a chair beside me. She had a bit of an angry look on her face, and I noticed there was a heating pad at her back and ibuprofen bottle on the table beside her.
All she said was I do love my new island though. She was somewhat happy that she got to use it as an operating table and began the whole story on how she had to put me on a rolling cart and roll me to the kitchen where she managed to get me up on the new kitchen island and roll me on my stomach to put six stitches in the back of my head. I asked her why she couldn’t just treat me on the rolling cart, and she said it hurts her back to bend down for that long. I just replied with thank you so much baby doll, I don’t know what I’d do without you. Then she asks me, how could you miss a huge orange cat on top of a silver roof three feet from your head. So, there’s not really a moral to this story. It’s just a story of the days of our lives.
With that being said, according to all the biblical smart people, today is the exact day Jesus rose and went to wait for the time to meet us in the air 1,993 years ago, on April 5th, 0033. Today began the reason we must acknowledge His being our Savior who lived as a man, died as a sacrifice, and rose to be someone who’s life we strive to copy. We can never be Him, we must try to live as He taught, lived, and showed love and compassion to every type of person on earth. It’s hard sometimes. It’s hard to give up something that feels so good. It’s hard to understand that what we do here determines where we go from here. Life isn’t about how we feel or what we want, it’s about helping, loving, and teaching others that Jesus is real, Jesus is alive, and Jesus is the only way one can go on to the next and eternal life to be with Him and all those before us who lived as He taught. We aren’t supposed to celebrate someone’s sin just to be accepted in society. We’re supposed to love everyone, call out their sins, but we all have our own sins we need to worry about. We all have our own battles that we can’t fight without God, Jesus, and His guidance and prayer. If you compare the lives of King David and King Saul, I think we have their same battles every day.
I think forgiveness is the most dismissed blessing in human history. If one truly forgives, it’s gone. If one tends to talk about it time and time again, they haven’t truly forgiven. If we can’t let it go, we aren’t moving forward. If we aren’t moving forward, we don’t grow in Jesus’ teachings and we become angry and selfish inside.
Anyway, I need to get off here and go see my doctor, she wants more coffee and I owe her a foot rub. Just remember, without God, common sense, and a sense of humor, life is empty.
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