Miscellaneous things that I post. Could be deep. Could be shallow. Could be sad. Could be funny. Might even be true.
What is it about Saturday mornings that I like so much? I think it”s that feeling of a day ahead of you with all sorts a possibilities. A day when I usually don’t HAVE to do anything. A day when I COULD do so many things. A day where I decide what I will do. […]
I passed a dead possum on the way to work today. At least I think it was dead. Sometimes it’s hard to tell with possums. They act dead even when they have life inside. I know. I’ve met a few.
“Pickles” is closing. It used to be my favorite place to eat lunch. Then came the time when the hostess, the owner’s wife, left. The friendly service faded. Some time after that, the owner left. I don’t know if he sold the business, or just relinquished its care to someone else. What I do know is that
The mushroom didn’t amount to much. It was just a small little toadstool with a white top-cap, speckled with a few green flecks. Most people in the park walked right past it, never even noticing, but not Brian. Brian was a very unique young boy. He noticed everything. From several yards away, his mother watched
Usually when I come home from Haiti, I don’t bring much back. On the last day, I pack the big green suitcase with stuff I might use next year, then give the rest away. The green suitcase stays and the other suitcases get consolidated, one inside the other, with the innermost suitcase stuffed full of
I have a cold. No major illness. No major trial. Just the minor inconvenience of a headache and a nasal system full of snot. None the less, I will be glad when it’s over and the sickness is a memory. Colds do slow me down, but I try not to let them get me down.
There are only two hours left in the year. I need to write one more post to make my goal of at least three posts per month. So this is it. I almost figured it was too late to get it in. Procrastination can get you behind, but it’s no excuse for giving up. When
Perhaps I am a Scrooge. It is a little difficult to admit, but there is a part of me that leans toward the “Bah! Humbug!” side of Christmas. Maybe it’s because I am too selfish. Not with money. With time. Christmas always comes with so many demands on my time. The to-do list is a
We prayed for a good deal on a Sugar Glider. We prayed for a good deal on a Green Cheeked Conure. We saw the Sugar Glider for sale on Craigslist.com 15 minutes after it was posted, even though it was not listed correctly. We went to the lady’s house for the good deal on the