I’m not feeling it. I know, I type this every year, but jeez why is it Christmas again? Maybe my internal calendar is off because it feels like . . . March to me. I sometimes have these fantasies of getting on a plane bound for somewhere that doesn’t care that it’s Christmas. I’m not…
Cling to what is good. Someone said that, or wrote it. Maybe it was in the Bible, or from one of those philosophers with the names I can’t pronounce. I’m not sure and it doesn’t really matter. It is sound advice wherever it came from. I think the first word makes the whole sentence .…
I don’t chop my wood. Come to think of it, I’ve never chopped a piece of wood. I have a faint memory of what an axe handle feels like in my hand, but I don’t think swinging was ever involved. Michael is a wood chopper, but not much these days, unless we are camping or disposing of…
When I was in grammar school I played the flute. I also played for a semester my freshman year in high school, but that was just a last ditched effort to pad my college application. Didn’t count. Third grade flute playing is what really stands out. I rented my flute. It was in a hard black case and…
I bought a new washer and dryer. They are front loaders, which I have never had, but they make my laundry room look like a fancy laundromat, without the rolling carts. They are white and shiny, and they even play a little song when a load is finished. Stainless steel drums. It’s all very civilized and…
Most of my life I have believed in reincarnation, not like I’m coming back as a goat, but that we live multiple lives. Once our body gets old and tired, our soul leaves, goes somewhere (it really doesn’t matter to me where) and then we are recycled, dropped into another newborn body. In my theory…
It’s Memorial Day, again. Honestly, as I get older sometimes things become rote. Here we go again, another Easter, it’s time for Halloween again. As we move into summer, it’s another long weekend of flags, boats heading to the lake, and the smell of coals burning. More often than not, when I get in these modes, slip…
I’m always a little overzealous with the Spackle. The less is more philosophy sort of goes out the window and I find myself not only covering up unsightly cracks or holes, but trying to get the wall back to it’s original state. My enthusiastic efforts usually create patches. I overdo it and then I have…
I like old things. Which is weird because I don’t like wrinkled paper. I always flip to a new clean sheet. I can not tolerate pens with the ends chewed or a pencil sharpened down to a nub. I like fresh pencils and if a pen has a missing or mangled cap, I throw it out.…