Blog draft April 10 26

Sense Or Not?

The day goes on as usual. I wake at 5 an, rustle around for the phone, peek a look at the time, phone messages left and calls missed, then sort through news items. Meanwhile, I’m doing the bathroom routine then off to the kitchen to make coffee. Thereafter, the computer calls for detailed interactions. This is when I answer emails, write blogs, and ponder what is important and what is not.

But does any of it make sense?

On to making breakfast after cleaning the coffee pot and putting the dirty cup and spoon in the dishwasher. Selecting needed dishes for the meal, arranging food on the counter and then making the meal. A few minutes later the eggs are done to perfection, toast is buttered and orange juice awaits. The meal is consumed in about two minutes, maybe three, all the while YouTube videos play in the next room. The kitchen is tidied up and then to the living room, the recliner and another 40 minutes or so of YouTube. What is there to learn that day, what’s happening now in the news.

But does any of it make sense?

Then clothes are sorted for the day and laid out, dirty clothes are tossed in the washing machine (it’s how I use it as a ready hamper), and then into the bathroom once again to shave, brush teeth and take a shower. Finally dressed and ready for the rest of the day.

But does any of it make sense?

At 82+ I select the issues that matter to think about. I rate each for their relative importance and develop a list of blog topics to develop. As one pops to the top, the next blog posting takes form on the computer. A few minutes later, a short item is readied for publishing on the Internet a day or so later.

In this manner I live my days. Always aware of unfolding news items. Each has its place in my mind, each has its own weight. I deal with each in the long-term, but the now is left for later. I struggle to make sense of it all.

But does any of it make sense?

We live in a time of boisterous democracy. Good people and nasty jockey for attention and purpose. The attention is got; the purpose is not. This is why much of it does not make sense.

I swore an oath to myself and God during high school and college days that my life would have meaning and purpose. I fully intended that my life would change the world from its wobbly mean-spirited nature to one of positivity and fairness for all. I see now that the world remains both unfair and mean-spirited. Does that mean I have failed? Does this mean my life’s mission has been lost?

I would know the answer to the questions of it all made sense. But it doesn’t. this perturbs me no end.

Are you perturbed to?

April 10, 2026

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