The long wait is over.
The NFL season has finally begun.
More succinctly, the PACKER season has begun.
And it didn't start so well.
Coulda been better.
They lost.
But it's preseason.
Just a practice you pay to see.
And 72,000 plus did.
I'm pondering last night's game, in the Chair, sipping the Elixir of Knowledge, and staring out the window.
A great way to start a laid-back Saturday.
Interesting thing about the
"Not For Long" League.
Last year means diddly-squat.
It's nice if your team went all the way and got the Vince.
That's cool.
REEEEEEEEEAlly cool.
But it means diddly-squat now.
It doesn't win games this year.
The Elixir gently smacks me on the upside of a thought.
Yeah. Kinda the same, eh?
Like that Kosher Krowd in the desert, there was no "yesterday"
to getting good manna.
It took daily effort to get it before the sun burned it away.
Kind of a "carpe mannium" thing.
"'Becka! Benny! C'mere.
Take these extra bowls and load up.
The Reubenowiczes are coming over tonight for cards and its gonna be a late one.
We can sleep in tomorrow."
"But, Dad, Moses said-"
"Yeah-yeah. "Mr. God-Says".
I'm still your father.
Now go. Go!"
And, of course, the next morning...
"What is that smell, Miriam?!
The neighbor's camel got the "plops"?
And why is my breakfast crawling out of its bowl?!!!"
Huh.
Well that explains it.
Why He seems so far away.
And I feel kinda frantic.
Grumpy.
Anxious.
Wow. I'm a long way from Sunday.
I, uh, mighta been a little slack on the "follow daily" command.
Negligent, actually.
And wheeeeewwwww.
Either my manna's rotten -
or the neighbor's camel has the "plops".