"I DUNNO -- I WAS JUST TRYIN' TA DRAIN TH' SWAMP!" -- Just A Minute Radio for Tuesday 110823

Grass is a bit greener – the weeds a bit fewer – but I still need to repair the driveway!

Always something isn’t it. No matter just what you do there’s always something else that needs doing… at least that seems to be the way around here.

I suppose that’s a plague for President’s also. I read parts of Ronald Reagan’s diaries – and what I admired most was he was really faithful in jotting down things that happened that day. Apparently he wrote before going to bed. I can imagine some evenings he was ready to sleep, but duty called. It’s quite a feat. Try as I might, I’ve got steno books and yellow pads and other things that show beginnings… not much to show in the cause of ends. But I’m thinking… I’m thinking… Just running out of time.

Isn’t the Libya thing a wonder. I hesitate to say or write much about it. When I think back to 9/11… well it’s not a pleasant thought. And I’ve heard a few folks who lose buddies… fellow workers and others close to them. I can imagine just a bit of the heartache they feel…especially for the families.

The heart agony of the families who lost loved ones in the Pan Am flight that was blown out of the sky in Scotland. That was terrible. Folks lived in that plane long enough to know they weren’t going to make it. The same was true for those who died in the plane that went down on 9/11 in Pennsylvania. Another terrible thing to comprehend. To know you’re going to crash… but also to know you’re going to save some other lives.

Altogether it was a dastardly deed. Cowardly. The chickens in that case are just now nearing the end of their flight. There are other rounds yet to be executed… and I use that word deliberately.

Well… I suppose there will be a lot of time to contemplate that as yet. I find myself slipping off into a rather morose mood if I do not bring myself back by reading scripture or praying for the Lord to fill my heart with His love. The love He expressed for all of mankind in the sacrifice of himself… when He was not to be blamed. Oh dear Lord… thank you and thank you again.

The night hours slip by fast – and I really need to close up things for this evening. Hope you had a good day and will have one tomorrow when you read this. God bless you and be with you.

Cordially, IN HIM

Barbara and Jack Buttram

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“I DUNNO – I WAS JUST TRYIN’ TA DRAIN TH’ SWAMP!”

Just a Minute: Here’s a dream I recently dreamed:

I sorted my way by the ‘snake bit pit’ of Martha’s Favorite Golf Course -- I beheld a lanky golfer who’d sliced his shot into the rough. It was hidden’ ‘monxt th’ undergrowth. There was thrashin’ an huffin’ mixed with muffled monolog:

“It’s here somewhere. I said I’d find it – and I will.”

He asked me and if I’d seen his golf ball marked with a big “O”? I shook my head. So he d’cided to follow th’ unplayable rule and drop a ball over his left shoulder takin’ the one-stroke penalty… I watched.

Once he was done I took an August 1985, Gainesville Sun news clip outta my bag – the headline read -- “Reagan lauds Congress in fight with deficit,” and the story: (Quote) “Sometimes it’s difficult to remember, you didn’t send us to Washington to feed the alligators, you sent us to drain the swamp. We didn’t come to raise your taxes, but to lower them.” the President said. (unquote)