Today is the longest day of the year, plus the first day of summer. I went through the rainy season, or part of it, when I was in Kentucky. I came full force into it when I moved back to Indiana.
I have to wonder what kind of summer we are headed into with so much rain and humidity. The mugginess is what forces me to turn the air-conditioner on. I can take the heat much better.
I don’t know the reasons, but for me, muggy and Diabetes do not mix well. I went to do my laundry this morning. While I was waiting for the washers to finish, I thought I would glance at the local newspaper.
On the second page in big, bold letters was the title, Sawed-Off shotguns will now be allowed in Indiana as of July 1. Why did that topic deserve bold letters? I am not proud that this law is going into effect.
I have nothing against owning guns. I have everything against the wrong hands pulling the trigger. Hunting for game, absolutely, defending yourself and family against intruders, may save lives.
What I am concerned about is what seems to happen in my neck of the woods. Brawls, yes, fights at the local bars. People making decisions under the influence of alcohol and drugs.
The words stating, I’m sorry, I wish I would never have done it, don’t hold crap with me as the little child lays in the casket from being in the wrong place at the wrong time and not dodging a bullet.
When people are under the influence; decisions are not based on the smarts we have. They are quick decisions, based on anger, lust, money, or whatever else happens to be happening at that moment.
Now we all are smart enough to know there are laws. Rules that have to be followed in order to own guns. There are always loop holes, in just about everything. Don’t believe me? Ask your government about loopholes.
The loopholes will be the ones who don’t have the right to own guns, but will obtain them, and who will shoot an innocent person. This is my big concern with guns. I am sure you will want to voice your opinion to me on either yeah or nay on gun owning. It’s alright with me. This is American and as far as I know, at this point in our lives, we still have the right to our opinions.
I finished my laundry and came home. I put everything away and clean sheets on the bed. I watched some butterflies flitting around out back and tried my best to get a good photo. I wished for better, but ended with this.
Who I am 