• Not so shallow

    Beth and I were leaving Tae Kwon Do and I heard the sound of sudden submersion behind me. I looked back and saw Beth up to her shins in water.

    (Defensively) “Dad, I stepped in a puddle by accident!”

    (Angrily) “Beth, that’s the only puddle in the parking lot and you had to walk about ten feet out of your way to get to it. The only thing accidental about it is you didn’t mean to get soaked half way up to your knees – because you didn’t expect it to be so deep.”

    (Sheepishly) “How did you know dad?”

    (Honestly) “Been there, done that, Beth.”

  • Night

    I fear for my own wellbeing friends. Today I heard the unthinkable, the unfathomable, the unimaginable. Oprah’s long awaited addition to the famous book club is a book that already resides on my shelf, Elie Wiesel’s Night.

    Although I can count the number of Oprah’s shows I’ve seen on one finger, and I couldn’t name another book from the club to save my thumb nail from my nervous teeth during the next televised Lightning game, I never would have thought we had the same taste in books. You think if I sent this revelation to her in an email she’d consider Ender’s Game?

    Personal note: I don’t mean to suggest that these two books have equal weight or merit. While Ender’s Game was a great read (taken on it’s own), Night is a book about The Holocaust – enough said.

  • Fast times at Walgreens

    We were making our second slow pass as a family through the drive-up window at our local pharmacy, and I couldn’t help but reflect on the circumstances that brought us to this place.

    If this were an interesting story, this is where some nifty hook would be. Alas, it is not an interesting story. All I’ve got for you is two adults and two children in line at a drive-up pharmacy window. Sometimes you have to count your blessings that that’s all life has got for you in its bag of tricks.