Friday morning again. The weekend edging in on us. It is very early. I am waiting on the coffee. "I", for whatever reason will not go out. I open the front door, she stands at the edge, peering out into the darkness. As if she is seeing or hearing the unknown. She lays here now by my feet as if she is my gauardian. I sure do love my dog.
Yesterday once I hit the publish button on the Blog I started feeling a lttle guilty. Because no matter how I tried to joke around it. I was griping about my son. I griped because he called me a heathen. Griped because he didn't want me quoting scripture. Poor me. Poor Jer. Now I have written this for the world to see here on the Blog. Although I know very few see it. It still is spinning out there in cyber space, waiting to be read by the masses. And I had shown no Motherly compassion. I had written in a unfavorable light about my son. I felt as if the parent patrol would come revoke my license or something.
He called about 8:30.He was in his car, waiting for someone.Jer does not read my Blog, there was a good chance he'd never know. He said, "Good morning." In guilty haste I blurted, "I wrote about you on my Blog. If you have a minute I'll read it to you." At least I thought if he is really mad I can jerk it off the Blog and all will be well. I started reading it through. It sounded worse to my ears than when I had written it. I finished, he laughed. Laughter coming out of my son at one of my misdeeds he feels I lay upon his shoulders.
"Whats funny," I demanded. "When did you write this? Was it this morning?" he asked. "No, not really." I answered. "I wrote most of it yesterday evening and edited it and published it this morning." "Well," he said, "when I preached last night. I really preached hard on this person I had talked to and how they didn't go to church. And how they said God didn't lead them too. I really came down hard, then I said I wouldn't mention no names. Then I said, yes I will. It's my Mother."
Well if that wasn't a fine kettle of fish. Here I was raking myself over the coals for writing about him and he is using me for fodder for his sermon. Now not only am I a heathen, everyone in his church knows I am.
Well, I guess there is just some things you can't keep secret and it seems I am one of them. I started laughing too. At the very minute I was bent over the computer keys lamenting about the injustice that had been heaped upon on my head. He was in the pulpit lamenting about the cross he has to bear, his Mother.
Isn't life just plain funny sometimes. So if any lesson can be leatned from this, just in case you were wanting to learn a lesson. The point of view that is the right one, depends from what perspective you are looking at it from. From my perspective I had been the one who had been wronged, from his it was him. That just goes to show there is two sides to every story and depends on who you are listening too what side you will hear. I wrote mine, he preached his. I'm smiling now at the irony of it all. But for now, I will glide away and leave you here in Blog land. I am going off and thinking about who I might write about next. For now I'm outta here.
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