why good things change

Why good things change?   Huh?   That's my hearing.  I was tested about 10 years ago, and I have a mid-high frequency scoop (deafness) in my right ear.  So when I am mixing music, I generally lean in with my left ear.   A lot of stuff I've heard professionally mixed lately sounds like the mixer is deaf.  Or is using headphones.  In this special way.   The headphones cover the ears while the sound comes out of speakers in a room on the other side of the studio or house.

Everything changes.  Even God.  Immutable?  No.  Omniscient.  Omnipresent (what's that other word for that?  Ubiquitous).  Omnipotent.   God does not die.  The rest of us do.   There's a fair amount of stuff in the Bible about us humans being fashioned in His image.  Or His Image?   No way.  God is not a man.  God does not have a prostate.  Some men don't either, but that certainly does not make them God.  My father used to say "Dead men have no tails."  He did.  Say that.

Ubit off more than you kin chew.
Why bad things happen to good people:  They don't.  There are no good people.  Since all people are good.  Do you follow?  Another example.  A violin with its strings off is not out of tune.

Hear that?

I'm on my way to a memorial service.  It is a social affair.  God will be in evidence.  I hope he was around when my old dog Bear, aka Buster, passed, aka died or was killed by a car.  Or committed suicide.  
Bear was deaf and mostly blind I think.

Blessed.  Not a mixer, Bear.

broccoli v. pharmaceuticals

First of all broccolli? bracoli? broughcollie? Eek coli! I mean thank god for spell check. Whereas Pharmaceuticals, well it couldn't be spelled any other way. Eh? A beauty of a word. It comes from the pharm. It wears a suit, which suits. It tickles! Brocolli. Ew! Even salt and butter no longer help, not for me. And you have to wash it. No butter on my pharmaceuticals, no salt -- and by golly gosh no wash! Pure pharm fresh the way the Indians intended. Untouched by human hands mostly. Wash em down with a nice Cab. Or Perrier if you prefer. The bro collie is liable to come right back up. Without the sis collie. From the same litter probably.
Pharma has ma in it. Love ma. Yo yo, it's Ma! Ma's arm, her right arm which she bares, picking the detested brackooly down on the pharm. A ma will do whatever she must for your chicks. Or her chicks. No actually thats a hen. Ahem. The only question: Do the ceut pants have cuffs?
I'll need em. Bad.
Folks who like to eat broccoli: broccooligans. Those fond of pharmaceuticals: seriously now, who isn't?