You may notice that this weeks entry is a little longer than most, and there is a good reason for that. Simply put, I’ve had more time than usual to fill. My regular readers (like there is such a thing) may recall that I write this waiting for my allergy shots. On my journey to the allergist’s office this week I encountered construction and destruction. As a result, I did not make it…
I really don’t have any idea what I’m about to say.
A woman walked through the door and sat down two seats from me. A child is coughing on the other side of the room. His mother just got up to get a piece of candy for him to suck on. An older child is playing with a wind-up car. Nine people are reading magazines. One person is doing paperwork. One person is going to the bathroom. One…
The last couple of days I’ve found my mind wandering. I know I’ve said this before, and I’m saying it again. I’ve entered a bored faze. I know I’m loosing interest when my mental meandering becomes more frequent. What I need is a good jolt of enthusiasm. Isn’t there a prescription drug for that? “If you suffer from chronic boredom, ask your doctor about…
I’d like to think that I am above certain things. I see advertisements for fancy luxury cars, and I say to myself, “how could anyone spend that much on a car?” Surely I would not squander my wealth in such a way, if I had wealth.
I have a penchant for taking up the opposite side of an issue in conversations with people. It really doesn’t matter which side I actually believe…
I am a Bucs fan. I know it is fashionable to say, “I have been a fan for a long time”, but how many of the others had posters of Ron Holmes, Ron Hall, Donald Igwebweke, or James Wilder hanging on their bedroom wall? As a childhood transplant from Massachusetts, I’ve had a good year. The Patriots won last year and the Bucs this year. Next thing you know it, the Red Sox will win…
I think it is simply precious that I am typing this entry at the last minute, given my conversations with a coworker this week. On more than one occasion, I found my self almost bragging that I was able to do certain things I enjoy by carefully budgeting my time. Now picture me sitting up past my bed time, in part because the bug to write took it’s time biting, and because tomorrow morning…
Who among us feels safe revealing ourselves to others? My guess is, not many. Why then do I feel so uninhibited in that regard? Is it odd? First, I would like to clear one thing up: I’m not talking about revealing myself in a physical sense. Some metaphors should never be encouraged, especially those that may give the wrong idea. I would no sooner physically reveal myself in public than soak…