Old.

 The 200 year old house is getting repaired/remodeled.  We are moving.  Not deserting.

It's time for a change of home and location.  And someone will discover a 'new' 200 year old house. 

Old is not useless.  It can be made that way and abandoned like dogs and people, even houses.  But there is much to learn.  And love.

Anything can be for weal or woe.  

Let your heart be big enough to love.  Keep close.  

New can be good, if done well.

Nothing slipshod lasts.

For, many new things will grow old.

And many old things become new again.

Redoubt

 A safe place to retreat.

It is fortified, defendable and buys time before reestablishing a base.

This might be my temp solution in a few weeks.

Timing and money are the key.

Apartment before house.  

Then a new hq which becomes a home.

Even though more dramatic things are happening, pray that my place becomes reality.

Spoken

 My GreatGranddad came here in a covered wagon.  They were rugged dependable vehicles.  They might break down, but they were repaired often on the spot.  Those wheels kept turning.

The rims were covered with iron.  Inwardly they were supported with spokes.

The spokes supported the weight and could work even with several broken.  

From many one rolled on.  

Curios now we have spoken and will speak figuratively.  

And old ways become new again.  

Pointer

 If you point the finger, remember there is a finger always pointed at you.

Legacy

 What's passed down?  What's left?  

There was a guy who was swindled out of over 6 inheritances.  It was naivety.  There was an air of being above such things.  He didn't need it.  He talked himself into believing that.  

Unscrupulous people stole from him.  The last to to so was his own sister.  The wounds were deep.

There is a lot more to the story of intrigue and greed.  It could be a book.  Maybe it will be in his tell all someday.

What remains is betrayal.  Its memory wounded and will leave scars.  Those scars are a reminder that he will never allow such perfidy to happen again.  

Yes there are wonderful memories of family, friends and associates.  Even more, there are spiritual and moral gifts noone can take away and which add to his content of character.  

But, there is nothing wrong with receiving money or property as a transitional offering to continue using on this side.  It can be a basis for growth and prosperity for the future.

We must, however, draw upon and make our own prosperity.  

Apply this tale to our country.  

Let us go forward and heal our wounds.  Let us build a nestegg of Freedom.  Our scars must remind those to come not to forget what it takes to be Free.  

To make our own luck and build on those opportunities.  

Backstage

I knew a girl who said her family preferred to be a power behind the throne.  Ok, long as it's for the right reasons.   

Some people like to help or hinder and be if not anonymous, at least more quiet.  They are then free to go about relatively hindrance free.

I remember stageplays in which I acted.  In smaller productions, I worked backstage too.  I even helped build a stage/theater once.  

All the busyness of showbiz goes on.  It's quite frenetic.  The audience only sees the tip of the iceberg.   There is so much going on.

Set building, special effects and lighting/sound are finished and tweaked.  It all works in congress to make a production happen.

Congress.  So much happens behind the scenes there.  So it goes elsewhere.  

Be a part of it.  Don't just expose bad guys/actions.  Promote the good.  And become a part of it one way or another.

Lotta energy generated backstage.  It's exciting.  

Another opening, another show.

Paper

 Or plastic?  Well no.  Separate issue.  

I'm old school.  I usually get a printed receipt for most purchases.  And there are plenty of trees, though I recycle.  Of course, I can check my bank statement.  But what if the lights go out?

I'm a great fan of paper and ink.  Moving, I'm reminded how heavy a box of books can be.  Still, the workout is worth it.  

I remember a power outage years ago.  That was a matter of waiting til the lights came back on.  No problem.  I read and wrote by candlelight.  A kid we knew practically withered being computerless.  

I remember pre pc days.  Perhaps the kids will see electronic wonders yet untold.  But the issue remains: What if the juice is cut off.  It's simple really.

Store everything you can.  Disperse it.  Both print and memory drives.

Capture it now before history etc becomes a memory faded with collectivist drivel.

Learn some old fashioned ways and check new tech.

Scissors cut paper but paper wraps rock.  Rock blunts scissors.

Never give up.