Life in Kana-text (er… CONtext)
Writing Prompt: "Do you spend more time thinking about the past or the future? Why?" Truth be told, I tend to shy away from the future. I'm uncomfortable with unknowns, and the future is nothing-but. Oh sure, I always seem to have A Plan---but I've also come to realize how seldom my "Plan" is what … Continue reading If the Present is a Gift, so is the Past
Like every parent, I have a favorite "funny thing" spouted by my child when he was young. Well, I fondly remember a lot of things Christian said, but this one stood out. He was about a year and a half, and our grocery store had a giant inflatable cow hanging above the dairy aisle. Sitting … Continue reading Cow Physiology 101
I was in high school when I had an odd encounter at my dentist's office. I'd had my teeth cleaned, and I stopped at the receptionist's desk to schedule my next appointment and confirm my insurance information, and to confirm that the remaining bill should go to my dad. There was an older lady there … Continue reading Firefighter Bob
I just spent two solid days in a whirlwind-tour of housecleaning---organizing, clearing out, dusting, vacuuming cat-hair... There are eight full garbage-bags in my car, waiting to go to Goodwill, and I took as many to the dumpster. I went through closets, shelves, drawers. I cleared off horizontal surfaces. I tornadoed through the various repository-areas where … Continue reading Clearing Out
The first kiss of the New Year tasted like coffee! We didn't stay up to usher in the New Year at midnight---we go to bed much earlier than that. We turned on our "white noise" machine, with its sound of ocean waves, to filter out the sound of people's fireworks, which are distressing to my … Continue reading The “Year in Books”
Two days ago we woke up to palm trees. Yesterday and today Jon left for his morning walk with layers of clothing between his long-johns and his parka, the Fahrenheit thermometer whining nineteen degrees. Or perhaps the whining was coming from us. It's always a pleasure to come back to our comfortable home, after being … Continue reading My Natural State, and Damnable Nature
I asked for a printed boarding pass for our flight home. “I’m old-school—I like paper,” I told the young gal behind the desk. “Actually,” I amended, grinning, “I’m just plain old.” When she shook her head in polite denial, I countered: “I remember people smoking on airplanes. I think that makes me old.” The “Ohmygod!” … Continue reading How to Define “Old”
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