I Never Thought I'd Be In This Situation
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Plank Beneath My Feet
One of the categories for this blog is “I Never Thought I’d Be In This Situation.” This is how I feel tonight, because I, the cold weather-loving man, have reached the point where I said to Mrs. Orr, “I am tired of wearing all these layers of clothes. I am tired of hurting because of the weather. I’m tired of winter. I’m looking forward to the springtime. I’m looking forward to being warm again. And these are all true statements. How did I come to this point? I don’t know. I know that once the sun swings around and the earth warms and I hear the noise and busyness of…
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Endings And Beginnings
At 458 pm on Tuesday, I walked into the office manager’s lair and said, “Think fast!” She looked up and I tossed my keys at her, underhanded. She moved pretty adroitly for an obese diabolical narcissist, and she caught the keys. “Thank you, sir,” she said. “Good luck.” I didn’t say a word to her. Walked out and was met by one of my coworkers, who embraced me and told me she was going to miss me. Then I walked out to the lobby where two more coworkers were busy and said, “Girls? Adios.” They both turned to me, and one of them said, “Good luck.” The other walked towards…
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The Chamber of Loneliness
I was born into this world with certain things intact. The color of my skin, my eyes, my hair. The size and proportion of my skeletal frame. A certain personality and a particular temperament. Specific and focused interests. A drive towards thinking about and seeking to fully experience the spiritual, the transcendent. Like all sons of Adam, my life has been a scattered path of trying to make sense of the damage that occurs when my interests and desires have not dovetailed with my abilities and personality. For example, I was born with some musical talent and the ability to write competently, but neither of these artistic areas ever led…
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At Year’s End
The outside world is a drape of velvet rain right now. As I write, my wife is reading in her chair, the page illuminated by the grey light coming through the porch window to her left. Jinx is in the back bedroom, a spotted comma on the loveseat, and Bluebelle is sitting like a stone sentry on the back porch, watching the squirrels and birds in her yard. annoyed and agitated but not yet ready to commit. Dixee is snoring in her little bed at my wife’s feet. And me? I am here in this quiet room of muted light, thinking my thoughts and chewing a cracker and poking at…
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The Third Sunday of Advent
I travel these days between the bumpers that make a loud noise and then send me hurtling back across the board to slam into a wall or another bumper, lights flashing and the tote board rolling the digits higher, and I try so hard to keep moving so as not to drop between the flippers, and I know how to bump just enough, how to catch myself in the crook of the flipper and then slap that button and relaunch up to the top of the board. But sometimes I misjudge and I drop through that too-wide space and disappear, and then I have to use up one more of…
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The First Sunday of Advent
It’s been cold in a raw, bone-grinding way the past week, and we’ve burned a lot of wood in the evenings to keep things cozy. These days, the hostility of the petty and screeching world outside contrasts so dramatically with the peace found within the family walls, and I spend much of my time maintaining the chasm that separates the two Almost a year ago, Mrs. Orr and I watched Terence Malick’s haunting film A Hidden Life, and I was so moved that I wrote a blog post about it. I re-watched the movie yesterday and was affected even more forcefully by the similarity to what happened to the quiet…
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Request For Assistance
I hope it’s not presumptuous of me to use this blog to ask for personal assistance, but I will risk the accusation anyway. The situation at my job is growing more untenable by the day, and my wife and I spent a lot of time this weekend talking about it. A mandate to submit to the experimental drug they’re calling a “vaccine” is certainly coming…I’ve heard the owners talking to the office manager, so it’s a done deal. It’s just a matter of when. That’s not the pressing matter. As far as the deathjab requirement, my response will, if given an ultimatum tomorrow, be a simple, “I’m not taking the…
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Last Sunday After Pentecost
A week from today marks the beginning of Advent. The church calendar once provided the cadence for the march of everyday life, granting to Christians the sense of timing of season, of the low ebb of the Lenten times to the high tide of Easter. Just as farmers and cattlemen feel in their very bones the motion of the earth around the sun, and of this solar system’s wide circle around the universe, watching the changing natures scenes and the predictable habits of animals, so too the average Western man once felt the revolving year in his bones as he observed the Church’s feasts and solemn days. But now nature…
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Rotten To The Corps
Regarding my post this morning about the Marine Corps Birthday…well, I just read this article from Fox News. Seems the Corps is offering $144,000 (hmm…something eerie about that number) for a “diversity, equity, and inclusion adviser.” Because, you know, Let’s Go, Brandon! Ouch. That stabbing pain I felt in my back is what it feels like when the USMC cultural paradigm shifts. Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be jarheads. ~ S.K. Orr
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Special Providence
Shakespeare’s Hamlet tells us that there is special providence in the fall of a sparrow, mirroring our Lord’s words about God’s care for His children. Since this past Saturday, every passing hour shows me that there is also special providence in finding photographs of abandoned dogs in a county animal shelter. Mrs. Orr took Bluebelle to the vet today to get a full checkup, shots, deworming, and whatever else she needed. While she was there, the doc told my wife that he had an opening and would actually be able to spay our little dog today. She jumped at the chance, since the next opening wouldn’t be for almost a…