“Ah… Mr Kauffman? Your insurance company hasn’t paid us since your August visit. You might want to call them.” That was the office staff at one of my many doctors’ offices. We’re pretty tight, seeing as how I’ve been there a lot since August.
I might want to call them? Does this imply I might not want to call them… that I might just want to pay the…
I was picking up Adam from my in-laws’ place after work last week, and Adam had a little picture they gave him. It was a picture depicting Jesus and Mary.
“Do you have your picture Adam?” my mother-in-law asked as we were leaving. “Yes Memere,” (that French-Canadian thing again) Adam replied.
Later, as we were backing down the driveway, Adam asked, “why does…
Once again it’s cookie season. It’s that time when a clandestine organization spreads out, from sea to shining sea, bringing seemingly innocuous treats to the masses. The organization, code name: “The Girl Scouts,” prey on an unsuspecting public with sweet faces and sweet treats.
But there’s a dark side to their mission: addiction and control. You see, they may seem…
A while back I questioned the wisdom of the redesigned Apple keyboard, shipping with the (then and now) new iMacs.
The Aluminum Apple Pro Keyboard
If you’ve been with me for a few years and you’ve got a keen mind (allowing you to remember the most pedestrian of posts from a mediocre blogger) you may recall this post – post chemotherapy. Well since then Apple has gone all…
Another Friday of fatigue. Another drive to Orlando. Another day in the world that Walt built.
My sister called on Thursday to warn us about the epidemic of colds working its way through the house. The implied message: “John comes at his own risk.”
But when have I ever given in to good sense?
We hit the parks with my standard equipment: a big floppy hat, sunglasses, my Nikon, and my…
Franklin Conner, my maternal grandfather’s brother, was an outgoing, generous man. However, one night he was supposed to meet some of his family for dinner but he never showed up. While they were waiting for him he killed himself.
I learned the story of my great uncle Franklin doing genealogy research. Recently I traded emails with my grandfather’s (and Franklin’s) half sister…
My doctor says she found cancerous white blood cells floating around my body again. They appeared in a blood smear done back in August. She doesn’t plan to treat it until certain symptoms appear – which based on the slow, chronic nature of my disease, could still be a while. I was symptom free in August (besides the hairy traitors showing themselves in my blood), and I’m symptom…
I’ve put a lot of miles on my shoes. If only they could talk they’d day, “put us out of our misery!”
Buying shoes isn’t something I enter into lightly. It’s a ten (or more) year commitment. I walk past shoes in the store on display, looking for the perfect shoe. I’ve never found them. It’s like trying to shop for a new best friend. How can you…
“You’re just ok? Why? Is there anything I can do to help?”
Honest to God, this happens to me all the time. You see, I’m an ok guy. If someone asks me how I am, I usually tell it like it is – unless I feel like crap. I’ve come to learn folks aren’t that interested to know how you’re doing, passing in the halls. I’m smart enough to know…
Has a plunger ever given you blisters?
This evening I exercised my power to make (if not officially declare) war, as chief executive of the Kauffman House, and commander-in-chief of the household tools. We’ve been involved in the occasional skirmish for years, but this evening our toilet struck a surprise, vicious blow, leaving me little choice but to fully engage the enemy. Armed with a…