Live and Learn

                Stomp…stomp…thud.            Ah, yes. The soundtrack of apartment living. Particularly when one is on the bottom floor of a multi-floor complex. We’ve been living in an apartment now for about four months as we build a house. Well, actually we’re not building the house—we’re having it built—which could be why it isn’t finished yet. If… Continue reading Ever Just Want Out?

When it comes to exercise, I’d prefer to be a landlubber. Water sports really aren’t my thing. But as the Rolling Stones reminded us back in the ’60s, you can’t always get what you want, so most of my exercising these days is done in a swimming pool.  I’m not talking about lounging in a… Continue reading The World Needs Chuggers and Gliders

                What is in the air right now? I’m not waxing philosophic here. I mean literally, what is in the air?                 Forgive me for being indelicate, but I feel like I have wine corks shoved up my nose. Or like someone is inflating a balloon behind my eyeballs. Some kind of insidious allergens have… Continue reading Some Cures are Worse Than the Sickness

            Forget the pancakes. Bambi was in trouble and my two-year-old granddaughter could think of nothing else during a recent visit to Cracker Barrel restaurant. Bambi was, after all, stuck in the wall and perhaps even missing his hindquarters.  Serious stuff.             One forgets that a two-and-a-half-year-old may not have seen many, or even any,… Continue reading Maybe Bambi Isn’t Stuck After All

Am I fuel-efficient? What exactly does that mean? And what’s this—“Carpool Only” parking spaces? Oooh, there we go…over there…no,wait…it says “Buses Only” and I’m not actually a bus, no matter how I may look in a swimsuit.             These were some thoughts running through my mind as I hunted for a parking spot on my… Continue reading We Can Park Close to God

            At the risk of seeming a bit jaded, I’ve come to the conclusion that many things in this world that seem like good ideas—even wonderfully romantic or exciting—end up being five parts hard work and one part romance or excitement. That doesn’t mean they aren’t worth doing—many times, they are—but it just means that… Continue reading Beyond My Expectations

            See the photo that runs with this column? Let’s look—it’s here somewhere.             Hmmm, what do we see—a smiley new photo or the old one that refuses to die?                                                            You may not have noticed, but the same picture isn’t used every week with my column. Actually, I hope you haven’t noticed; after… Continue reading Time for a New Picture

            Like trying to shove an elephant into a phone booth. That’s how I described our recent moving experience.             We sold our house a couple of months ago, which seemed pretty doggone miraculous in these dicey economic times. It was rather exciting because it put us one giant step closer to our dream of… Continue reading Elephant in the Phone Booth

                When one of the most wondrous children on the planet comes to visit—my two-year-old granddaughter, Edda—the first thing she does is give me a giant, neck-wringing hug that blows away every cloud in my sky. And then she usually makes a beeline for the “May-Doh” (that’s Play-Doh in Edda-speak).                 Edda loves Play-Doh, but… Continue reading God is Not a Ranting Toddler

            Being politically correct might not be so hard if it didn’t so often demand that we check both our common sense and faith at the door.             I offer the following example, brought to my attention by some “Facebook” friends. According to news reports, this incident happened in Seattle, which isn’t surprising. Too much… Continue reading Jesus Isn’t Politically Correct