Ketchup

I'm behind. It's been nearly 20 days since I last posted here. I'm feeling sheepish because I took the time to compose a lengthy e-mail earlier ragging on a friend because he is even further behind.

If blogs were houses, we'd both be under edict from our neighborhood associations to mow the grass and apply a fresh coat of paint. Fortunately, he and I are both country boys at heart. That means there ain't no covenants.

That's the way life is supposed to be, by and large. Covenants should be restricted to marriage and relationships with deities. They should be unspoken tenets of the way we treat others. Instead, they have become restrictive tools used by others to force our conformance to an arbitrary standard by instrusive "associations" whose purported intent is to maintain home values.

Obviously, this elite group has no idea just how useful concrete blocks can be. Honestly. It's a wonder that auto parts stores don't pair up with concrete plants. Those blocks are some of the most reliable tools going.

But the point so easily and obviously strayed from here is that I am posting. Sure, I'm just saving face, and poorly at that. Moreover, I'm hoping my example spurs some of my friends--who are much more intelligent than I am, and whose thoughts matter very much to me--to do the same. Shalom.