• Sanibel is swell.

    This weekend was the trip to Sanibel, and it was everything I hoped it would be. Well, that’s not quite true. I had hoped the Gators would fare better, but that didn’t have anything to do with where I saw the game so I can’t hold it against Sanibel. You probably won’t find this a stretch (having read the last paragraph), but I like to relax. This weekend presented plenty of opportunities to do so, much to my wife’s chagrin. She was a good sport though, and suffered through all of the mindless relaxation with nary a complaint. We indulged her restlessness and went shopping, and found some killer deals on clothing we desperately needed at the local outlet mall. If you ignore the Gator game, the weekend was a complete success.

  • To have or have not.

    It’s not like I’ve got a whole lot of choice. I’m not a disciple of “The American Dream.” I will acknowledge that people have some influence over their affluence, but I am a firm believer that dumb luck plays a role for some people. I believe that I may perhaps have had some choice, but I made it. Many people have a great drive to achieve monetary success and don’t. Don’t tell me that they didn’t try hard enough. Don’t tell me they all weren’t smart enough. In my case, I never cared to try, but that’s another story, one that I probably won’t tell. Most of the time I’m happy with what I have, but occasionally I lust after what I don’t. I don’t go looking for those things, but sometimes they are thrust in front of me. Most of the time I easily come back to my contented, satiated state. Today, for reasons I don’t wish to specify, I’m having a little more trouble. It certainly feels better believing that I don’t have a choice.

  • Girth.

    I have the impression that people see me as a thin person. Until about three years ago I shared this image of myself. It was always something I took for granted. Then I discovered my midsection. It is the region between your rib cage and your hip bones. Ideally, I would not have a midsection, not that you would notice anyway. For many years I didn’t. Then one day I woke up to the fact that there was some convexity where there used to be concavity. Most people would say that I’m still not overweight (at least I hope so), but I’ve noticed and I don’t like it. I’m not losing any sleep over it though.