Monthly Archives: October 2013
Talking About Meh Generation
Nothing impresses us anymore. We’re all Meh this and Meh that. In my efforts to understand Meh, I reached for the Google. I found two main definitions I could relate to (now it being the Google and all I … Continue reading
Out of Context and into Change
The other day at the gym I saw someone on the treadmill. I’m like I know that person from somewhere, but where? I couldn’t bring the connection together. Ends up she works at the front desk of the gym where … Continue reading
If the Glove Fits
Baby’s butt. That’s how soft my hands usually are. Especially since I took a break from making furniture. No callouses. Nothing. Gloves. I don’t wear work gloves. Never have. Except when raking or it’s cold. So when tiling last … Continue reading
The Curious Little Drop of Blood
Don’t you hate it when you find a drop of blood on your hand and you can’t figure out where it came from? It wasn’t a lot of blood, just a drop. Not surprising either. I’ve been tiling and … Continue reading
The More Things Stay the Same the More They Change
“No sense in complaining because nothing ever changes.” I heard in a conversation the other day. At first I thought it was at just some harmless, despondent fatalism. A “That’s life” kind of quip. Then I thought, that’s just wrong. … Continue reading
In Denial We Trust
Denial. I suppose we all practice it here and again. Sometimes it’s more costly than others. Not surprisingly there are denials assessments and self-help books on dealing with denial. For more serious cases, counseling is even necessary. But what if … Continue reading
Curious George will not be Paralyzed
A good little monkey. A very curious monkey. A monkey who got into lots of trouble. I have always struggled with the lessons of curious George. George was curious. He created a lot of havoc. And yet we are … Continue reading
The Good Old Days Shall Not Return
I found an old toy car in ceiling while renovating the basement bathroom. I showed my nephew, who said “They don’t make ‘em like that anymore.” True. And they never will. And then I wondered, Does it really matter? I … Continue reading
Shoeless Joe
Oh, that distinct smell of a pile of shoes. You know what I am talking about. Leather, rubber, laces, all mingled together. I am very intimate with that smell. Deep, inhaling breath through the nose. Ah, that’s it. Always brings … Continue reading
I Love Your Mother
I just saw a bumper sticker that read “Love Your Mother” with a picture of Earth next to it. I thought it read “I love Your Mother.” I was like WTF? You don’t even know my mother (who I am … Continue reading
