Well, January really started out swell. My 401K is down, my cholesterol is up, COVID is gone crazy, and my too kind and loving wife has me on a diet.
Any one of these could cause me grief and frustration but all of them together and I am not in the best of moods. It has been six hours now...
Everyone needs some amount of acceptance and praise. For years I have tried to convince my too kind and loving wife and her sisters that I am funny, witty, maybe even insightful and have mastered at least the basics of grammar. I suppose I didn’t get enough attention as a child and now I go about...
I am sharing this excerpt from a 40-year-old journal; I was in college.
On one hand, it is too personal and dredges up old unresolved anger and hurt. On the other hand, maybe there is another 11-year-old boy out there living with a parent that is an alcoholic or has an addiction of another sort....
It all comes down to communication. Good communication is the key to a happy marriage and getting the right Christmas present.
To be sure, I don’t have the best track record when it comes to purchasing presents for my too-kind-and-loving wife.
Two years ago, I got her a nice, monogrammed floor...
I have to tell you that I’ve been thinking about retiring. But to be fair, I’ve been thinking about retiring since I started delivering newspapers when I was eleven.
Back then, I remember thinking that I was excited to get a job and have money to travel the world and buy nice things.
Soon I...
Occasionally people have enough self-awareness that they understand when something they are witnessing is bigger than themselves – moments such as when man stepped on the moon for the first time and September 11, 2001.
Abe Lincoln had clarity of purpose and place when he used a mere 272 words in...
I am working very hard on solving the world’s problems when my too-kind-and-loving wife happens by, carrying a load of wash or something like that.
To her, it appears that I am sitting on my big overstuffed chair drooling with my eyes shut and snoring. She shakes me to see if I am dead. Of course...
I have lived long enough that I have experienced the death of loved ones and strangers; some expected, almost welcomed, the end of a long painful journey.
Other times, tragically, unexpected. Their death felt like a blow to the side of my head with a sledgehammer.
I know that birth and death are...
It is hot. Dang hot! I don’t do well in the heat. Okay, I’m a sweater. Like most people from Monticello, if it’s above 80 degrees, I’m complaining that it’s hot.
So now that it’s near 100 degrees you can bet I’m sweating and panting like a fat dog after a run.
So the circumstances are not ideal...
Well, I might as well tell you all that I’m going to hell because someone stole my bucket of tools. I am not proud of it, but it can’t be helped.
Let me explain my epic failure.
This time of year is always special to me, mostly because I get to start a new year with the hope that this year I’m...