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
I saw a blind person in the airport yesterday. She didn’t see me. I was traveling with a couple of heavy bags and a coat. She was negotiating an international airport without sight. It was inspiring. I think most of us are inspired by others overcoming adversity . . . we just don’t want to
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.
I don’t love you because of the way you look. I don’t love you because of the things you do. I don’t love you because of the way you make me feel. I don’t love you because of something you said, or didn’t say. I don’t love you because of where you came from in
We’re finally drying out in Atlanta. The flood caused a mess in a lot of basements, including ours. We’ve spent the past week moving furniture, pulling up wet carpet, and drying out floors. There was dirt hiding under the carpet, and some mold hiding under the vinyl in the hallway. The thing about the mold
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