• Writing as an exercise in futility.

    With the exception of a rare burst of inspiration this evening, I’ve not been overly excited by the results of my self imposed deadlines to “create.” I continue to hold out hope that I’ll get better with practice. And who knows, maybe I’ll find some time during the days to come when I’ve the time and lack of distraction to do better. Time will tell.

  • Ballet, Tap and Tumbling.

    The weekend was not all bad, we got to see Beth’s much anticipated Ballet recital on Saturday. Is there anything more precious than a bunch of preschoolers doing just about everything except the rehearsed number on stage in front of the live audience? Beth only had a couple of classes leading up to the recital, so she hadn’t had as much practice ignoring the pleas of the teacher. She was a good sport, and gave her best shot at following the lead of her more experienced classmates, so there were at least two people doing something similar on stage.

  • All roads point to heartburn.

    I finally decided to see my allergist about all of the coughing that I’ve been doing lately. Naturally, he suggested that the problem was likely in my stomach. You may laugh, but I’m not joking. The kicker is that the treatment prescribed to treat this ‘stomach’ problem has helped my cough. I guess that’s why they call him DOCTOR. It’s been something of a relief for a doctor to give me a diagnosis that I’ve heard before, however unlikely I thought it going in. You see, I’ve seen a couple of doctor’s for a couple of different reasons, and all of those “reasons” have lead to the same diagnosis: reflux. If my life had a soundtrack, the Hallelujah chorus would now be playing.