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Mac’s Moments – Hungry

Hello to all,

It’s four o’clock, and I'm gathering the ingredients to feed my wife and daughter. Tammy, my loving wife of thirty years, opens the pantry doors and peruses the shelves for snacks.

“We are eating dinner in an hour,” I grumble at her.

“I know, but I am hungry now. I need a little snack,” as hunger pangs make her prickly.

“Why didn’t you eat lunch?” I query.

“I wasn’t hungry then, and I was working on a painting,” as she hoards a handful of chips.

She laughs at me because I make lunch at the same time every day. Lunch takes from ten to twenty minutes to prepare. Although I might not feel hungry initially, my appetite develops once the meal is ready. Yet there are days when she waits until she becomes crabby before looking for food. It is the fault of everyone else in the house that she didn’t eat at the prescribed time.

This doesn’t happen often, but it has happened many times over thirty years. The other confounding habit is peering into the refrigerator to determine what she is hungry for. How can somebody be starving and then decide there is nothing they want to eat?

I stressed out over this until it dawned on me that nowhere in the Bible does it say a husband is to understand his wife. Husbands are called to love their wives, hold them in reverence, and protect them. We don’t need to understand them; we just love them in the moment.

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Grace to you,
Danny Mac

Mac’s Moments – A Furry Hero

Hello to all,

Ginger, our fury hero, made up to Mom on Thursday. I know this sounds silly or even ridiculous, but a traumatic event took place on Wednesday that shook Ginger to her core.

Mom gathers her baby in the kitchen by rattling her harness. Ginger bounces off a couple of walls with excitement about going out. The sheer ecstasy envelopes Ginger as Mom opens the car door. The peaks of jubilation recede as we pull into the parking lot of the most evil of devilish places. We enter the glass door, and the onerous scents of torture waft through the air, causing her tail to tuck neatly between her hind legs.

A Torquemada want-to-be (friendly assistant) forces Ginger onto a shaky shelf high off the ground. (the scale is about two inches high) From there, the dog-slayer forces Ginger into the dungeon of death. (the examination room) The chief tormentor (the doctor) barges into the room to perform foul acts on our furry hero.

She uses a cold metallic sensor to check Ginger’s soft underbelly for the best place to slice her open. (a stethoscope to listen to internal functions) The tyrant tried to suck out her brain and blind her with a laser light. (checked Ginger’s ears and eyes for clarity) The master persecutor then felt her neck for the best spot to choke her. (checked the lymph nodes) Then, the oppressor lifts Ginger’s tail so the world can see her private parts.

Finally, the bully leaves but comes back with two henchmen. (two young assistants) The three gang up on our fearless warrior and stab her twice with a large spear. (one shot in the shoulder and another in the hind quarter) They giggle with sadistic glee as they drain half the blood from our furry hero. (they took a couple of CC for testing)

Just when Ginger thinks her torture day is over, they return with the most hated device. One henchman secures her in a bear hug while the other cuts our dog's toes off. (she trims the nails back) The most disturbing moment comes when they only have two cookies left in the tin to share with our furry hero. (she ended up with five treats while at the vet’s office)

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Grace to you,
Danny Mac

Mac’s Moments – Resolutions

Hello to all,

This is my first blog of 2025, and it reflects the natural tendency of most Americans to have a resolution for the New Year. I saw one in a meme state. They will only watch things in 1080p or higher from now on. It is their New Year’s resolution. This is my kind of nerdy joke.

Through the years, I heard people make resolutions to become healthier, wealthier, or even find a soul mate. Since becoming a Christian well into the last century, I have had only one resolution. Every celebratory end to the old year sees me confirm my need for Christ. As January first rolls around again, I urge myself to be closer to God. This is my goal for this year, like countless years before. This resolution will only change when I can achieve perfect closeness with the almighty.

To achieve this majestic ambition, I am prepared to study my Bible. This means going more reflective than merely reading and diving into the meaning of each passage. Then, I apply the meaning to my life, bringing me a little closer to loving God with all my heart. This allows me to love my neighbor as myself.

While I know I will never achieve this goal in this life, I am fond of the knowledge that God will achieve it for me in my next life. He will make me whole and perfectly responsive to his love.

What is your resolution for this New Year?

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Happy New Year,
Danny Mac

My Entitled Dog – Ginger’s Year End’s Rant

Hello to all,

It’s been a few months since there was an update from our family dog. Being an entitled dog, she feels her story can only be told from her perspective. So, without further ado:

It’s been a miserable year. Dad is not only still breaking cookies in half. Lately, he only pretends to have a cookie as proper payment for my last pee-pee. I urge millions of adoring fans to get him to stop breaking my cookies and ensure he delivers this treat every night.

This past Christmas season was the worst of all time. They often left the house, leaving me home alone. Don’t they know the house queen should accompany them wherever they go? Mom and Dad left early Saturday morning and didn’t return until after dinner time. Luckily, I was able to persuade my human sister to feed me. I nearly starved to death before she scooped out the kibbles for my bowl. They drove off again the next day without me for half the day.

On Christmas Eve, Mom and Dad drove off and didn’t return until after dark. I was so worried that I could barely eat my dinner that night. Then, they all gathered in the family to watch Christmas Vacation. The laughter, chortles, and comments ignored my attempts for attention. I even brought a ball to them, and no one would play with me. They snickered as I mourned my sorrow. Don’t they know I am the center of all attention?

Christmas day was no better. I could smell treats in the air but was told I had to wait until my sister got up. After two hours of misery, we finally had a gift opening. Mom threw my present in front of me like I was a peasant. I had to tear at it to get the paper off. My despicable family laughed at me while refusing to help. They forgot I do not have opposable thumbs to grab, so I ripped at it with my claws and teeth. It finely opened to find twelve tiny treats encased in plastic. Mom called me a piggy for eating two weeks of goodies in less than five minutes.

I read this to Ginger, who nodded approvingly of the above statements. We hope everyone had a loving and peaceful Christmas. Here is to a grace-filled New Year.

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Happy New Year,
Danny Mac

Mac’s Moments – Merry Christmas

Hello to all,

Today is Christmas Eve. On this day, we bounce around, finishing all the little tasks that just have to be done before the big day. The tension rises with every job, and anything new added to our list increases our blood pressure. Even though the day focuses on the birth of Jesus, we might explode upon the next unforeseen problem.

Christmas spotlights the birth of Jesus, Emmanuel, or God with us. He came so we may know peace on Earth and in our hearts. As we concern ourselves with the many responsibilities of the day, changing our love to Christ will calm our hearts. Remember to take a moment or two during this hectic day to breathe and pray to God. Please communicate with the all-mighty; the Holy Spirit will bring peace to our hearts as we accomplish the day.

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Merry Christmas,
Danny Mac

Mac’s Moments – Our Protector

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Ginger entered our lives twelve years ago. It quickly became apparent that she was entitled, thinking she was the queen of the house. She also self-appointed herself Lord Protector, with a special emphasis on Mom.

While Ginger spends countless minutes staring out the window, her ears remain constantly vigilant for intruders violating her realm, extending as far as her eyes can see. She scours the neighborhood for robbers, thugs, and other evil-doers, but her primary source of righteous indignation is the brown, blue, and white panel trucks stopping within her listening world.

As Mom’s personal protector from all that is evil, Ginger will follow her throughout the house, monitoring her every movement. Whether Mom goes to the kitchen or the bathroom, Ginger watches her every step, protecting her against the wickedness in our world. Despite my claim, it is because Mom accidentally, on purpose, drops treats for her all day long; they both insist it is for Mom’s safety.

The other day, Mom came down to get her second cup of morning tea. There was no pitter-patter of clawed paws tapping across the kitchen floor. The chai came out of the pantry, and still, there was no sign of the great protector. On my way to the bathroom, I find the sugar-faced dog napping on her third bed in the craft room. I gave her grief for sleeping on the job, pointing out how Mom was in the kitchen, vulnerable to many harms. With the low groan of an elderly dog, she left to fulfill her mission in life.

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God bless,
Danny Mac

Mac’s Moments – Rules

Hello to all,

Tammy and I rise from the covers every morning to begin the day. She feeds our dog while I start the morning tea. Then, she lets our dog out to do her morning business as I take my meds. The roulette game begins at this moment. If the dog barks to come in and Tammy has already returned to our room, then she shouts, “I’m upstairs already.” This means I let the dog back into our home. However, if Ginger barks before her tea is ready, she has the honor of letting the dog in.

These are rules she established throughout our thirty years of marriage. Precedents codify the majority of the regulations over time. This morning, Ginger barked, demanding to be let back into the house as the teapot whistled the proper temperature. “Will you get her?” came the soft voice across the kitchen.

“But you are still down here,” I whined.

Following the specified rules, I stood my ground and then went after the dog.

Like most houses in this great country, the wife makes the rules for a happy home. She is the sole arbitrator for all family regulations and laws. Having maintained her title of “Boss” for nearly thirty-one years, she has the authority to change any rules on a need-by-need basis. I granted this license to her by calling her boss within the first month of marriage.

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God bless,
Danny Mac

Mac’s Moments – Vacation

Hello to all,

While most of the writing community engages in a story-telling frenzy, I took the month off for a vacation from pecking at the keys. I did my best to avoid writing anything. I did have a thought for my latest book, The Antidimension. I spent a morning completing the final thought that always appeared lacking in my reviews. This lack of writing extended to editing, which I hope to return to so that I can publish my next book early next year.

The vacation was twofold. First, writing every day became tiring, and I needed a break from the endless edits and corrections. It was good to remove myself and relax for a month. The second reason for vacation was a minor health scare. My Cologuard test came back positive, and I required a complete colonoscopy. Yuck! Managing through that ordeal, the doctor said everything looked good and the test should come back clear. Then Thanksgiving happened, and now it is December, and I am back to work.

My vacation was from writing, editing, and advertising to a lesser degree. However, this did not stop the thoughts, ideas, and plot lines from popping into my head countless times during the day. The more relaxed I became, the more intrusive the future stories became. The creative side of my mind didn’t get the message we were on vacation.

The Antidimension is reaching the point where an ARC reader would enjoy reading it. I would love to have a fresh eye on my work and gain their opinion. If interested, please email me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com.

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God bless,
Danny Mac

Mac’s Moments – Bad Dreams

Hello to all,

When I groggily entered the kitchen on Monday morning, Tammy had the water in the kettle and two mugs prepared for the morning tea. Her first grumble told me all was not well with her. Then, in a low course tone, “Thanks for going to the hospital and scaring me.”

Me, shaking the sleepy cobwebs out of my head, “???”

“I dreamt you were in the hospital, and it scared me.”

A smile of understanding broke over my face. Several times during the day, it was my fault I was in the hospital, and she was scared in her bad dream. Our daughter rose from her slumber and heard her mother’s dream; it was my fault.

Throughout our thirty years of marriage, I have yelled at her, broken things, cheated on her, and outright ignored her in her bad dreams. These imaginings only occur every five years, but they are always my fault, as if I telepathically placed them in her head while she slept. Each time she wakes disturbed by these erroneous dreams, I hear about them for a day or two.

Why is it that when a woman dreams, her husband does something terrible in her dreams, and he must pay for it all the next day? For most of my married life, I thought it was just my wife until I found YouTube. YT has many instances of women complaining about the man performing horrific actions in their dreams and remaining mad at him the whole of the next day.

I cannot help but think it is a rite of passage for a husband to be blamed for what happens in her bad dream. Every day, husbands worldwide feel sorry for what they do in their wives' dreams. A man is not sincerely married until he apologizes for something he did in her bad dream.

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God bless,
Danny Mac

Mac’s Moments – The Great Escape

Hello to all,

Monday afternoon saw my butt planted in my recliner, waiting before leaving for my first Medicare wellness check. I was half watching the television and half thinking about the week of sunny skies and mid-seventies temperatures. A little leisurely peace before trudging off to the doctor’s office settled my soul.

Ginger, our ever-faithful but very entitled dog, spotted me enjoying the moment and decided she required to go outside for the umpteenth time that day. She saunters in front of me with a moan of discontent because I did not anticipate her needs. Nothing makes her want to go out like me sitting comfortably in front of the TV and enjoying a quiet moment.

With a grumble under my breath and an outward groan of having my quiet time disturbed, I climbed out of my chair. Ginger jumped at my feet with anticipation like she hadn’t just come in ten minutes before. She barged the utility room door open and raced to the exit with the urgency of a nurse facing a code blue. I let her out and go back to my chair.

Ten blissful minutes later, Tammy howls to me, “Is Ginger outside?”

“Yeah,” I shout back. “almost ten minutes ago.”

Then I heard, “Crap, crap, crap,” as Tammy scurried for the back door. I heard Tammy calling for her baby from the back deck as our daughter raced to the family room, through the utility room, and out the dog’s door. I jump from my chair as panic alarmed all over our home.

Upon reaching Ginger’s door, I see her nonchalantly meandering through the neighbor's yard 500 feet from home. Without a care in the world, our dog, usually leashed, was sniffing and sight-seeing the trees and bushes she had visualized throughout her years.

Mom made her way to the side yard as our daughter ran after her four-legged sister. Ginger playfully started back home, avoiding her sister's attempts to catch her. Her furry face radiated, “What’s all the fuse about?” as she returned to the house. Her leash was in good working order, and we still do not know how she made the great escape, but she did.

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God bless,
Danny Mac