I selected a lot of dark material as subject for my blog posts.  I am compelled to write about what interests me at the time set aside for writing.  I write primarily for myself, to discover more clearly what lies at the root of the kid, the adult, that lives within.  We have one opportunity at life.  Are we not obligated to find out the meaning of the place, and the time of our one life?   I have never doubted that.

We know light, by it’s contrast with darkness.  There is a great deal of tinsel, flash, titillation of the senses which are offered, to motivate us to buy something, or worse, to exploit us.  There’s plenty of darkness in what appears to be light.  By disposition I have always found darkness interesting, more likely to be a source of hidden insight than the bright and shiny which may be nothing but surface.

If I am fortunate I will gain a bit more purchase on the time in which I live, and you will find a bit of illumination to examine your own life.  You and I will be better prepared for the journey of our life.

We are in Louisville Kentucky for a few days.  Our daughter gave birth to a grand daughter, Finlea Renee.  The birth of healthy child is a miracle, something not to be taken for granted.  An entrance into this world is a risky life-challenging event for the mother and the child.  The formation of a human being from two cells over a nine month gestation to an infant capable of life after birth is fraught with peril.  If you have lost a child, you know exactly what I am speaking of.  So, I am still trying to assimilate the meaning of having a beautiful, perfect granddaughter come into the world.  Laura and I look forward to doing our part to assist her to become a strong and substantial young woman.

Kentucky is a border state, bounded to the north by the Ohio River.  It is the first of the southern states.  As I happen to be a North Carolinian by birth I enjoy the Southern hospitality, the food and culture whenever we happen to visit Louisville.  How could we spend time in Kentucky and not have breakfast at a Waffle House?

A Waffle House can be found at many junctions on the interstate highways in the South.  The locations are visually distinctive with the yellow sign proclaiming that they specialize in waffles and by extension, a breakfast menu.  The business is simple, a longish building with a counter, and a few stools and booths on one side, and a griddle with room for a short order cook and several waitresses on the other.  When seated at a Waffle House counter you are immersed in the delicious aroma of frying bacon, sausage and the local culture.  You will notice several families seated nearby as the menu offerings are inexpensive.  Yesterday we ordered a top-of-the-line breakfast including hash-browns or grits for $8.00.  That is a substantial breakfast, hard to beat anywhere for the price.

Our waitress was an older female who responded to my inquiry that she’d been working for Waffle House for “too many years.”  She said that she enjoyed her job though.  She offered that she had four grand children and one great grand child.  She actually sat down with us, after we had finished eating to tell us a hilarious joke involving a new born baby.

Life is good.