I woke up this morning with weeds growing in my brain. Saturday mornings are a time when I sleep in a little bit, and if I am not careful, the weeds can take hold while I lay in bed contemplating the day. When I feel the weeds growing, I know it’s time to crawl out […]
I went swimming today, perhaps for the last time this year. The day was hot and the pool water was warm, so I jumped in. I love that feeling of reckless abandon when my feet leave the deck and I am flying toward the water. I break the surface and the water envelopes me, inviting
A few nights ago, I went out with my little telescope to look at the stars. The light pollution in Atlanta is so bad that it makes it very difficult to see anything unless it is very bright, but I still found a few things worth seeing. There were some binary stars, a few barely
Flies! I hate ’em. They really know how to mess up a lunch at the park. Buzzing around, landing on my hamburger, gnawing on my fries, sipping on my straw, they drive me crazy! Where did all these flies come from anyway? I can only assume they’ve been breeding on the junk thrown in the
I was in an upscale shopping center. An out-door mall of sorts with parking in the middle and shops on each side. The parking lot was full of BMWs, Mercedes, and Lexuseseses. (I’m not sure how to pronounce, much less write the plural of “Lexus.”) I even spotted a Jaguar and a Porche. Clearly, not
The light was yellow. A big truck was in my rear view mirror. I had to decide fast. Slam on the brakes or go on through? I went on through. The light turned red. Was the camera watching? Will I receive a ticket in the mail? If I had stopped in time, would the truck
There were two bugs in our house this morning. Well, maybe even more than two, but two that I noticed. One was a dead butterfly someone had brought in and laid on the counter. The other was a live moth that most likely flew right on in, uninvited. Both were in the kitchen when I got
I heard this morning that Christopher Hitchens (famous atheist, author, and journalist) has terminal cancer. With respect, I would ask him and others with similar beliefs two simple questions: When you get to the edge of space, the very end of the universe, and you take one more step, what is beyond the edge? When
My dog stares at my while I eat. She has no manners, no pride, and no sense of shame. She unabashedly stares and begs, watching my every move, hoping I might, by some act of particular mercy or grace, offer her a small tidbit for her eternally empty stomach. It’s very annoying. Why does she