Just a short note today about how thankful I am.
I’m so thankful that my work allows me to be with folks who need me. I’ve got friends who need someone to drive them to their doctor’s visit today, and because my schedule is flexible, I’m able to do that.
I’m also thankful about my schedule, because some of our younger granddaughters may need to come stay with us this summer, because their parents both may have to have surgery during the same time. I’ll be able to take care of them while their parents are recuperating; their parents won’t have to worry about doing the things that little girls need and can get well quicker.
I’m glad I work from home, so I can do these things – the things I lose because I don’t work in an office are nothing stacked up against the blessings I get from being at home with my family.

I was recently challenged by another blogger (30 Things) to read Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. I picked it up at our local Books-a-Million store (my favorite) and started in.
I wasn’t sure what to expect- the clerk who waited on me asked if I was buying this for a class assignment; when I told her no, she said that she had seen more copies of the book sold in the last few weeks than she’d ever noticed before.
I think I understand the reason for it- someone who’s read the book, sees the parallels between something in the book and today’s news, and suggests it to a friend. The cycle goes on and on…
At one point in the book, someone states that all personal land should only be held for the public trust- in other words, land that you inherit from your grandfather should be made available to all who are interested in using it; instead of it being yours to do with as you wish. (Sound familiar?)
Or how about one character who ruined a factory. They purchased the factory by suing a bank who wouldn’t give them a loan (they had no collateral and no experience in running a factory). After buying the factory, they changed several things: they paid all workers, maintenance crew, unskilled and skilled labor, all the way up to the president of the company – everyone received the same salary. Twice a year, everyone in the factory was able to ask for things as they needed it. Those whose need was voted on as being worthy got the money they needed. They also voted on whether folks were doing as much as they were capable of – those who did not meet expectations were forced to work overtime with no extra pay, or they paid fines. Money that should have been invested in labs and research on newer and better products, was instead put into redecorating the factory so the workers could be more comfortable in their surroundings (play room, rest areas, etc). The factory collapsed within a very short time – no surprise there. The man who was in charge of the factory complained because he wasn’t given everything he needed to succeed.
There are so many parallels between this book and today’s society, that I’m not able to read it as quickly as I’d like. I tend to read a passage several times, to let everything sink in.
Now don’t get me wrong- I don’t think money is the be-all and end-all of everything. But I do think that folks ought to be able to work as hard as they want, and to be rewarded for their work at whatever the free market will allow. That’s the key though- the free marketplace will work itself out, if the government will stay out of it. If someone doesn’t know how to run a business , the business will either fail or flounder- hopefully the owner of the business will learn from mistakes, and also hopefully get help so they can improve their business and be successful.
I know this sounds harsh, but it’s the only way our country is going to succeed- we have the right to pursue happiness, but happiness itself is not guaranteed by the Constitution.

Several months ago, Randy added an outside wall to our carport – probably I should say bikeport, but that sounds funny. We park our bikes under the carport, and he figured closing it in would help protect the bikes during bad weather, and it would also give us some more storage space, since he added shelves to the inside of that wall.
A few weeks later, he was changing out some parts on the bike, and left an empty box on the top of one of the shelves. Then one day, I was working in our living room and looked out the window onto the carport and noticed a bird was carrying twigs and leaves. As I watched, she went into the box, the box shook a bit, and then she popped back out. I kept watching over the next day or so, and she eventually finished the nest she was working on.
I’ve worried about the nest, because we have two cats who like to play in and around the bikes; one actually takes a nap on one of the shelves. At one point, we thought the nest had been abandoned, but when Randy picked the box up to throw it away, the bird came flying out of the box – I don’t know who it startled more, Randy or the bird.
Then over the weekend, Randy picked up the box to see if it was still being used, and guess what he saw? Three little mouths open wide, waiting for lunch.
I’m still a bit nervous about the cats- they are champion hunters, and love to go after noisy little animals. But hopefully the mama bird is watching them, and the box itself is in a spot that would be hard for the cats to reach. I’m just going to trust that God will keep His hands on the babies until they can get out on their own.

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