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Too Much

picture of too many choices

We live at a time where we have too many possible choices. One of the reasons I like shopping at Aldi [1] is that the choices are so simple — there's only one brand of most items! In life, no one person can have all the good things or do all the good activities available to him. And it's so hard to say "no" to the great opportunities that are presented to us. As a result, life is a series of points of re-prioritizing. I've just hit one of those points myself. I'll explain more about that at the end of this post.

In the past I have posted pictures of several different years when chickadees nested in our bird house. Here's a link to one of the posts about the first nesting [2]. Last week our bird house was visited by chickadees again, and so we thought we would get to see the process again. Then later this week a pair of bluebirds visited our bird house and even began to put grass and leaves inside. The past several days when the bluebirds aren't there, nuthatches have begun to put nesting materials inside also. We never knew we had such prime real estate in our back yard! Here's a picture of the female bluebird on top of the bird house yesterday afternoon.

picture of female bluebird

They can't all have a nest in there simultaneously. That would obviously be too much! I'll let you know who actually ends up nesting in our bird house, if anyone. They may all go away in disgust.

Here are several jokes I've received recently, both of which deal with some facet of too much.

As the bus pulled away, Janet realized she had left her purse under the seat. Later she called the company and was relieved to find out the driver had found her bag. When she went to pick it up, several off-duty bus drivers surrounded her.

One of the men handed over her pocketbook, two typewritten pages, and a box containing the contents of Janet's purse.

"We're required to inventory lost wallets and purses," he explained. "I think you'll find everything there."

As she started to put my belongings back into the purse, the man continued, "I hope you don't mind if we watch. Even though we all tried, none of us could fit everything into your purse ... and we'd like to see just how you do it."


Computer novices may feel like they're alone these days, but the following call to IBM's help center show there are plenty of people out there who still are inching onto the information superhighway.

After a caller gave a technician her PC's serial number, he scanned a database of registered users and responded, "I see you have an Aptiva" desktop unit.

Before he could say another word, the caller shrieked and said she'd be right back. When the customer returned, the technician asked if she was all right. The caller responded: "Had I realized you could see me, I never would have telephoned in my bathrobe."


Now more about my current re-prioritizing. I went to see my doctor this past week about an issue I've recently experienced. In the course of talking, he kindly suggested that I should consider simplifying my life. Seeing the wisdom of that, I am trying to determine if there are any activities I can eliminate completely and if there are others I can just cut back on. It's ironic that, after speaking to several students in recent weeks about trying to eliminate superfluous activites and learning to say "no" to activities they know they don't have the time for, I am so soon on the receiving end of the same advice ... from my doctor.

One activity I have already eliminated is something that I enjoyed immensely, and so it was a very hard one to let go of. One of the cutbacks involves changing the posting schedule to my blog — only once a week instead of twice. This post will be it for this week. Beginning next week I will probably try to post on Wednesday mornings, but that's not certain at this point. I don't want to desert my readers completely, but wisdom in living dictates a change of some sort. Thanks for understanding. Please pray that the changes I'm making will lower my level of stress.

On the home front, Megan and Drew arrive later this week, Nora's wedding is 12 days away, and our grandson Ryan's birth is only two or three weeks away. Fun times!

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He who sees only half the problem will be buried by the other half.