to ride on a nice day. I rode into the office this morning, exhausted. It was cold (for Florida) and the chilly morning ride sapped my reserves. Much later, quitting time came and I got back on my bike for the return ride home. By the afternoon the weather turned perfect. By the time I reached the entrance to the office parking lot I was invigorated. The sun was shinning, a gentle breeze was…
First, let me get the disclosure out of the way. I grew up in a household that went to church every Sunday. We were all required to attend Sunday school. We always said grace before each meal. I also attended a secular public school. My only child is currently a student in a public school.
That’s quite a build up for this entry, isn’t it? Well, I was sitting up a few nights ago reading…
Today the decorations came down. Lights were coiled up. Knick-knacks were packed away. The tree went back in it’s box. Our living room furniture returned to it’s previous configuration. I love the holidays and the now three month lead in to them, but I’m o.k. that they’re over. When I was younger the end of the holidays preceded a one week minimum mourning period. Now the…
I have always been fascinated with kayaking. I have no idea why. I have never been a particularly big fan of other rowing activities, and canoeing seems just plain wrong. But then there’s the kayak… sleek, low to the water, and sporty. A week ago I got to try out a kayak for the first time. I was in a two person kayak with my brother in law. We were down visiting with my sister and his…
More than any other body part, my feet dictate when I am comfortable. When my feet are hot, I am hot. When they are not… you get the picture. Nothing is worse than a pair of socks with a misaligned seam. That damn thing will drive me far crazier than any idiot on the highway. A similar dynamic has ruled out a whole category of footware. When I was young I could not stand flip-flops (you may…
A little corporal punishment would have been less painful than watching the Gators lose this afternoon.
Oddly enough, I enjoyed myself at Busch Gardens this morning. No one else was there and we walked onto everything we wanted to ride. Cheryl was gracious enough to let me set the pace, and I set it to the lowest setting. Even my sleep deprived body was up to a casual stroll through a moderate…
Those party horns – the ones that you can get in a set of twenty at the dollar store – I’d like to take several and shove them where the clean air doesn’t blow. Everyone in my house (except for me) is asleep, so it must be coming from outside. They’re impossible to ignore. Please God, I just want to sleep. If Cheryl or Beth wakes me up early tomorrow to leave for Bush…
My wife wants me to spend New Years Day at Bush Gardens. Yes, that’s right… she wants me to spend quality time with my family while the Gators play in a bowl game… the last college football game featuring the Gators for another nine months. Apparently she’s holding me to something I said two days ago. Allegedly I told her that I didn’t mind going to Bush Gardens. But…
‘Tis the season to reflect on the past and predict the future. I’ve been reflecting all year so I figure there’s no sense rehashing it all now. As for predictions, roll your own dice. You’ll probably get a better answer. Awfully gruff coming from such a mild mannered, middle class, middling influence, man of our time; isn’t it? Where’s the optimistic yearning…