Going to the Dogs When we were young, we would sometimes be forced to tell our friends that we had to go because our mothers were expecting us for some reason or other. Then as we got more independent and older, but were still mostly dependent on others, we used our schoolwork or perhaps our new work situation to create an excuse for why we all needed to run off before the festivities were completed.…
Weekend at Moonstruck We are coming up on the first weekend of August and we are completely unscheduled for the next three days. While we are by no means social butterflies, we usually do have activities of some sort planned for the weekends. Sometimes it is only a dinner or a movie, but our usual go-to’s are out-of-pocket. Sister Kathy is trying to get out of her COVID bout, but can’t seem to get a…
Pizza, Pizza It’s taken us three years of living out here on this hillside, all the while under the cloud of a Global Pandemic that restricted services, restricted business operations, mandated masks, gave us CDC guidelines to live by and generally made us all wary of interfacing with anyone we absolutely did not have to interact with. Starting this summer, we seem to have finally broken through to forming some local friendships in our neighborhood.…
Swimming Upstream One of my prized possessions from my mother is an odd poem in a silly little gilded frame that goes: Most any poor old fish can float And drift along and dream: But it takes a regular LIVE ONE To swim against the stream It is attributed to a Maurine Hathaway, a woman nicknamed The Poetess of the Pines. She was one of the contributors of these little ditties to a guy by…
Thursdays Suck I suspect that many people, probably the same ones who invented Thank God It’s Friday (TGIF), have felt that Mondays are the day of the week that sucks the most. Needless to say, this likely has mostly to do with the need to go back to work or school come Monday, and the fact that that represents an obligation rather than a desire. There are plenty of songs and accolades to Saturday and…
Crazy Is As Crazy Does Today was spent driving from the middle of Minnesota, from the little town of Austin, which I picked randomly when planning this trip. As I was checking out of the Holiday Inn I noticed a display case in the lobby. It was filled with every manner of promotional item for Spam one could think of. It seems that Austin is the home of that favorite pink canned meat we all…
Back at the Breakfast Bar Sleep patterns are an interesting beast. They certainly set the tone for the night and they can wreck havoc with your day as well. I wish I could tell you what normal is in general or even to me, but I can’t. There is a new normal at every turn when you get to my age. My consistent gold standard is to get from six to eight hours of actual…
Joining the Moose Lodge We have just completed out first day of our return cross-country trek. According to Roadtrippers, we went 523 miles today in a little more than eight hours. Neither Kim nor I am all that keen on slow-playing parts of the country that we have crossed a lot over our lives. The span between Ithaca and Indiana is a zone we have each crossed innumerable times, so we were inclined to just…
The Prince and the Pea You all know the story of the princess and the pea. It’s about this young princess that is so very delicate that she must be given a bed that has an extra soft mattress in order to be able to sleep at night. She tells this to her prince and while he wants to believe she is a real princess, his queen mother wants proof so she decides to put…
Arresting Development Back one summer in the mid-1990’s, I spent the Fourth of July weekend in Utah. Joining us that year was my nephew Alex, who must have been in high school at the time. We had taken a side trip to Fort Bridger, Wyoming where I had stopped at a roadside fireworks emporium and bought some seemingly harmless fireworks to shoot off in celebration of Independence Day. When the day came and it was…