Miscellaneous things that I post. Could be deep. Could be shallow. Could be sad. Could be funny. Might even be true.
The Thanksgiving holiday is coming to a close and I find my heart finally ready to write a few words regarding those things for which I am thankful. As with most people, I am thankful for many things. However this year I would like to resist the urge to rattle off a long list. Rather than pour out […]
The fish died, but not from loneliness. He had lived alone, in a crowded vase with a bunch of plant roots. He lived that way for years, and he was happy. His predecessors proved it. We tried putting him in a community aquarium with plenty of room and some other fish to keep him company. He
Lately I have been thinking about my conscience. You know, that thing inside a person that points the way they should go. It’s like a compass. In fact, some people even use the term “moral compass” to refer to it. Many believe it is the standard by which we can know we are headed in
I spent most of yesterday laying tile on our basement floor. Now my knees hurt, my back aches, and my hands are all dried out. It’s hard work, but once it’s done, the tile will provide a nice durable floor that will last despite the floods. I don’t like what tiling does to me. But I sure
“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” they say. The say it often because they want you to believe it. But it’s not true. I know. I just got back from Vegas where I’ve been doing something I’m not proud of, and this time, it came back with me. For years I have been going
Ok, I admit. My wife was right. I may never say that again so remember it. She picked out some clothes for me to wear to work today. I wore them and got several complements. And I thought they were out of style. Turns out, she knows style. Or at least she knows what a lady likes
My wife Tammy has been gone for several days. In her absence, Marshall and I are doing OK. We have cooked and cleaned a little, worked a little, and goofed off a litt . . . er . . . a lot. Typically, while she is gone, there are certain things that just don’t get done.
Well, no rainbow, but the sun is shining. We have a mess in our basement that needs to be cleaned up. At least we still have a basement . . . and a home . . . and a family. Not everyone in the Atlanta area is so fortunate. The flood came so quickly and