Wholly Weak

And with this I say "Whew." How does one get 'here' from anywheres else? I've sent along what comes up as to a URL destination when I get here, but to Noah Vale, as the saying goes. No luck. Hello Beverlee Blair, if and when you may ever get this thing to reveal. Heck, vealing alone would be good - but reveal does the job. Club that baby seal.
I have thought of taking the verbosity of letters written and going and posting the better of the guts here, but that seems cheap - a feeling I should revel in, but - never you mind. This'll do just fine, thanks.
The Health inspector just came by, rattling the front door. Huh? Rats, anyone? "Do you have roach infestation, rats..." Thanks, but no.
Yes, there are rats, but not inside anymore. I still have a glorious memory of finding a loaf of bread that was on top of the refridgerator, gnawed and tunneled out from the middle by some rodential resident herein. Yuck and then some. But this was before we had screens (isn't that the law?) and a screen door at the deck's entry. Oh how quickly possums could get in here back in the day. Precious and filled with fleas and who knows what else. Memories. C'Mon in!
Vermin. Can't live with 'em... And, Yes, I can live without them.
But let us now turn our heads Eastward, to the rising sun of a fresher day - and let's get the etymological on what Easter actually means, Oestra, or Aurora, as the Greeks and Romans would say. Goddess of the Dawn. And I think of the misuse of 'orientate,' which means "to face East," not the assumed 'to get a bearing on" or whatever. That word is "orient" or better, "to orient."
Class dismissed.
Hey, years ago I sat while in control (Master Control) of local PAX TV station Ch. 30 as I had to listen to this Bible thumper on his program give a very wrong definition of Easter one morning , something he stated as to being from Ishtar, which is incorrect, folks - well, what to do about that? Nothing.... "The Shepherd's Chapel" was the place - still on in lots of places, coming to us all from Gravette, Arkansas; The very Rev. Arnold Murray in all of his Hellfire and Gung Ho vitriolics. But for all of my already "you're going to Hell" antics in this life, I find his programs to be sort of fun - or 'found' as the case may be. Fund a mentalist? 'Tis, indeed.
What on Earth is this about and where is it going?
To Glory! Hal A. Lewyah, Esq.
See y'all in church.