“…now that he had entered into the final active stages of his life, he was beginning to understand that, barring accidents, life did not change.
... << MORE >>Today, I am exceedingly grateful for –
I drove up the driveway and shut off the car engine
That's when I heard it.
My ears snapped to attention. Oh my God, I thought....
<< MORE >>When a very hot, muggy August day gives way to a very cool night, moisture from the steamy earth rises into that cool air and makes ground fog. It’s a pretty effect of “clouds on the ground” that I enjoy. I observed this effect one morning this month as I drove past fields and mountains on the way to work in the early morning, and this is what I thought:
<< MORE >>2009, Sunday August 2nd,
Once through, I wanted one of Annie’s pretzels so I bought one and a strawberry lemonade. We found the Red Carpet Club and went in. The lady behind the desk said, “Oh, no, you can’t bring food from outside in here. Please go out and finish it before you come in.” WHAT?? I said (I had brought food in before many times.) “That’s the number 1 rule ...<< MORE >>
This is the list of books I read in 2008, from most recent. So, I finished The Wide Open Door in late December, and I read Infidel in January 2008.
I'm going to track the 2009 books too, but I didn't want to lose "the list" from 2008 so I'm putting it here on a blog page.
This was fun. I often wished, as I was reading, that I would stop and do a little book review at the end of each. Or, at least pull out one quote I loved from each one. I didn't do that (mostly because the ...<< MORE >>
I went to work early and I stayed late. Too late. Last one in line for the last-bus-of-the-day late. That means that on a bus designed to hold 56 commuters, I was number 58, and I would have to stand.
Okay. “It’s a’right. It’s all good.” After all, I felt okay. I had a happy song stuck in my head (These are a few of my fa-vo-rite things…) courtesy of the salt-n-pepper dred-locked geezer saxophone player on the street corner. I thanked God that I caught a bus. I was grateful I had my bad-ass, orthopedic-insert, open mesh weave super sneakers on. ...
<< MORE >>Guilty as charged. My kids have said I obsess about my garden. Well, I’ve been worse. But here is the latest example. This past week it finally occurred to me that the pain I was feeling all last week was not, in fact, back strain from digging in the garden. It was, uh… kidney problems. Yeah, the throbbing pain was in an internal organ, not a back muscle. Well, dang. That means the inconvenience of doctors and tests and meds….
What’s kidney pain when you can be out in the garden getting it ready for Spring? “I’m saving lives here!” ...
<< MORE >>But, it's not just the beauty that tells me I love my garden. It's the devotion, the excitement, the thrill I get when I work in it. ... << MORE >>
The epiphany of finally "knowing what you have to do" - I think it comes to each of us, if we are lucky, and if we pay attention. ...
<< MORE >>The family encouraged me to record the events of our Georgia Vacation 2007, so we collaborated on this diary. I typed it on a laptop over two days’ drive from Helen, Georgia to Purcellville, Virginia.
Thursday, Aug 9
Weather: HOT, 98 degrees – “sweat your jeans off hot”
Mary drove 7 hours from Purcellville, VA to Statesville, NC.
On ...
Last night when it was my turn playing the Ungame, I got the question, "What is prayer to you?"
I thought for a moment and said, "Breathing out and breathing in the presence and the mind of God."
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"Super-size Me" meals; Hummers and Monster SUVs; Porno-spam ads for "Huge Hammers" - Americans seem to have a romance with BIGGER. And that includes our egos, which seem to put our convictions at the center of Righteousness and our selves at the center of the Universe. This is descriptive more than judgmental. It's just how we are.
However. Bigger does not equal more powerful.
Consider the deer tick or the mosquito, and their power to fell a human many times their size. Or cancer cells. Or the last snowflake that falls, or melts, to cause ...<< MORE >>
But, I'm beginning to think that may be part of the problem.
There's this phenomenon I'm going to call "trance eating." This is when I eat stuff I'm not supposed to eat (because it is either ridiculously non-nutritious or it is adding to an already very full stomach). I can even hear every good piece of advice in my head and ignore it, like Ray Barone, when he pretends to be asleep when his mom walks in the room, so he doesn't ...<< MORE >>
I can learn from birds' nest-making. They gather the lightest wisps of grasses and twigs and pull the strands around them, weaving and engineering a ...<< MORE >>