I'm all alone today, so I'm making an experimental (and noisy) svithe. Forgive me.


So Lady Steed and the Big O went to see her parents this weekend so I could have some time to rewrite two short stories and Byuck, all of which need to get back to their new homes pronto (and hopefully stay there this time).

Yesterday, between bouts of preposition rearranging, I caught up with Master Fob. One of his recent posts inspired me to write about love, but the story I had in mind I'm not ready to tell, so I'm going somewhere else instead. But it's still related--just more more inspired by the fact that today I am alone.

It is bad to be alone. Or at least being alone all the time can't be good. For whatever reason, God made us social creatures. I may be somewhat less social than other people, but I am still human and I do like people. Most of the time.

Or at least I try to be inoffensive. But putting a bunch of wav files in this post certainly isn't helping.

And I don't suppose I will even write a very good post. I'll be too busy figuring out where to stick what to pay much attention to whether or not the whole thing is working. I screw a lot of things up this way. And yet Lady Steed loves me anyway. It's a funny thing about her.

Anyway, people.

Today in Sunbeams, we talked about how we are like Heavenly Father--how he made us like him.

I think it is an extremely safe assumption that God is a social creature himself. The world's a factory designed to make people he would like to spend eternity with. And one of the things I suppose we have to learn how to do is getting along with each other.

Um, actually, that's not what I was planning on talking about. This is a svithe--this'll be more about charity than---

I know, but---

No! No it's not! You aren't listening! Boy, if Lady Steed was here, she---

Ha, ha. Very funny. Let's be serious.

But it wouldn't hurt to talk about Lady Steed a little. After all, she loves me even though I have limited skills:

Because let's face it--brains and artistry just aren't that marketable. I'm not sure what employers want, but it's not that. And so she's a remarkable woman, to stay home and wisen up the Big O while I'm off wasting myself in the pursuit of lucre when we all know she's a much more marketable human being.

Actually, no. It's a three-day weekend. Ha ha!

Anyway, this is a svithe about sociality and leaning on one another and being with one another and helping one another and how that's good. Or it's supposed to be.

I actually feel very strongly about this, even if I don't really live up to it all the time. I feel it's important to help an old lady get her groceries into her trunk, smile at the people we pass on the sidewalk, prevent toddlers from running out onto the Beltway, know our neighbors. We need to genuinely care for the people around us--family, friends, neighbors, strangers; whether in our town or clear across the country. We need to love them all!

Um. Huh. I don't think....

Anyway, forget it. What it comes down to is this: We need people. You, me, God, everyone. And I'm happy to have some good ones in my life. One in particular who's coming home tomorrow. So, if you'll excuse me,

last week's svithe


  1. Um... none of the wav files worked for me. But... amen.

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    Oh, you're kidding! I'm so sorry!

    But thanks for the amen.

  3. Yeah, I just have a bunch of Qs on my page.

  4. Though I must say, you're married to quite the remarkable woman. She took the child away for the weekend so you could write? Wow.

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    Does this work for no one? I tested it here in both Firefox and Explorer and it was fine. I wonder what the deal is.

  6. Yeah, doesn't work in Firefox on Linux.

  7. It's definately bad to be alone ALL the time. And sometimes its lovely to have nothing but your own thoughts for a bit. It's all about balance.

    Your missis is ace! I wish my family would leave me alone when I write. I did NaNoWriMo this year and had to write 17000 words on the last day. My father still yelled at me to help with the housework.

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    17,000 words in one day!!!!!

    Holy smokes....

    I don't think I've ever done that. I doubt I've even broke 10,000 in one day. Well done.

    And I'm terribly sorry for all you for whom this post is not working because it is my humble opinion that it is hilarious.

    So that's a shame.

    And yes, my wife rocks. I love her dearly.

  9. That was very funny. I hope you got all the crackers out of the bed; I hate sleeping on crumbs.

  10. Also, I was able to hear every single audio file.

    Hope you're getting lots done. Big O and I are having a good time even though I seem to have caught a cold and O has had three accidents.

    I love you!

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    I don't know if I want you guys back if you'll be spewing germs and he'll be flinging pee.....

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    Holy cow. Now only half of them are working here!

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    The ability to see and hear them seems to come and go. I hope you will all try again.

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    For those of you who will never succeed but want to understand:


    Some guy: It is bad to be alone.
    Boris Karloff as the monster: Alone, bad! Friend, good! friend!

    Alfred Hitchcock: I'm a very shy, mild, inoffensive individual.

    Woman: You're disgusting but I love you.
    Woody: Weeeeell. My disgustingness is my best feature.

    Boy, about thirteen, from sex-ed film, c. 1950s: Say! When should a guy start going around with girls?

    Adult male from same film: Going out with girls is . . . fun.

    Fred Savage: Is this a kissing book?

    Groucho: Why don't you go home to your wife? I'll tell you what, I'll go home to your wife and outside of the improvement, she'll never know the difference.

    British woman: Now you just remember I won a year's supply of toilet freshner for making up that poem. That took brains and artistry, that did.

    Office Space woman: Uh-oh--sounds like somebody's got a case of the Mondays!

    Man: If you love your country, you'll publish a filthy magazine.

    Groucho: I'm going back and clean the crackers out of my bed--I'm expecting company.