The above is part of a Sir Walter Scott quote. Goes something like this:
"O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant;
And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!"
In short, I feel to be in receipt of many (not so) errant shafts this past week. I have struggled to do what's right, to help in the ways I know how, while striving to maintain honesty and integrity. This, obviously, hasn't worked. I've only succeeded in becoming the target of directed malice. So, I give up. I have tried, faithfully, to help. That hasn't helped. It's only caused me and my family pain, with absolutely no resolution. Actions have been assigned to me that don't belong to me. Words ascribed to me that are not my own. Any positives that I have done get spun in the opposite direction (or conveniently forgotten), and my motives are always questioned. I am tired of it all.
I am not angry. I only feel pity and sadness for this situation. I pray, and I move on.
On top of it all, I can't shake this nagging cold. it's never bad enough that i feel really ill...I just keep having coughing fits, and I get the sinus pressure/drainage in the evening that I am so fond of.
However, life is really good. We are getting ready for a massive dinner party (25 guests and counting), and I am really stoked about making desserts for this party. I am going to make a lemon cheesecake, a pumpkin roll cake, and a peppermint angel food cake. I have made the cheesecake before, but not the other two. The pumpkin roll cake is probably the hardest thing I will be making. I have always liked roll cakes, but have been poor in executing them. We'll see how this one goes. Other foods for the party include: green salad, cane-sugar glazed ham with apples and pears, roast beef tenderloin with/mushroom gravy, mashed potatoes, green beans, and some sort of bread product. And the above desserts. Teresa and the girls are busy getting the house ready. I have shopping to do, as well as alot of cooking to do. Tomorrow is going to be busy.
The rain is a real downer, though. I was looking forward to possible bike rides this weekend, but that isn't going to happen. Of course, I say that to Teresa and she looks at me like I've completely lost all ability to reason. "You have a COLD. You will make it WORSE."
I know. I'm irrational when it comes to my addiction, mountain biking. Aren't all addicts?
