A Day in the Life, Pt. 1

When I was a kid, I attended a Sunday School class where the teacher spoke about the Final Days. During the discussion, he emphasized that the Bible stated that a “sure sign” of the pending Apocalypse was that things would not function in their normal ways:  Black would be white, up would be down.  Not…

A Mystery Solved

In the time since my last missive, some resolution has been achieved. Much like an episode of Poirot, a long and baffling mystery has now come to an end. Tangent time:  I like Poirot – or at least, the version created by David Suchet.  I’ve only read a few of the Poirot stories, but it’s…

Another Day, Another 78.5 Cents

I’m supposed to be writing a report right now, but I’m not interested in doing it.  That should be no surprise; my motivation for just about anything has sunk to such low levels that I might need two life-times for it to come back far enough for me to break even.  I don’t know what’s…

Working at Work

Have you ever worked with someone who was so frustrating that it actually caused you to question whether or not it was worth keeping your job? I have. Twice, in fact. It’s not a good feeling; rather, it’s downright destructive. The first time it happened, I nearly had a heart attack. Imagine being 25 years…

Spring!

Spring has arrived.  I know this because my neighbor’s daughter is back in the area, and honestly, I couldn’t be more happy.  I mean, who doesn’t enjoy waking up to the melodious sounds of a teenager who likes to scream at the top of her lungs whenever she opens her mouth?  It means that we’ll…

I Don’t Wanna Grow Up

I should be ashamed to admit it, but yes – I’m one of the millions who flocked to Toys R Us in the last 48 hours, hoping to find something – anything – on the shelves that would count as some sort of bargain basement find.  To be honest, I’ve visited three TRU stores in…

It’s Tuesday Again

I’m sitting here with the Mother of All Toothaches. How bad is it, you ask?  Bad enough that I’ve actually considered digging out a pair of pliers to pull it out myself. I can’t do anything until Thursday, and even that’s a crap-shoot, because I’m hoping to get into a local walk-in clinic.  If they’re…

A Not-So-Simple Question

How do you forgive yourself? Is it as simple as saying, “I won’t carry this weight any further,” or is there something that one must do?  Must one announce the offense to third parties and ask for their understanding?  Or does one pray in hopes that God will forgive and that somehow you’ll know? I’ve…

Blood on the Highway

I’m strongly considering retitling this blog to something like Blood on the Highway, as it seems that most of my recent adventures have all been centered around my favorite chore:  Driving. In the near-month since my last post (I’ve been busier than usual), I have nearly been hit at least four times, nearly hit someone…

Candy, Cars, and Carrying On

I’ve developed an odd fixation as of late – and it’s just so . . . weird. I’ve been craving (and devouring) Hershey’s Mr. Goodbars like there’s no tomorrow.  I’m not kidding – this is a candy that, before last month, I’d probably had ten Mr. Goodbars total in the last decade (if not longer). …

A Better Person

My soul aches. I know that’s melodramatic, but honestly, I can’t think of any other way to describe it.  My soul aches because I’m tired.  I used to listen to older people say that when I was a child.  They’d have this look of desperation or resignation on their faces, and they’d declare their pain. …

Two Types

It snowed yesterday.  It snowed over most of the weekend.  It’s going to snow this upcoming weekend.  Between the three “snow events” – what us old folks used to call “snow storms” – they’re talking a total of about 15 inches of snow, at least. That’s a lot of snow. Yes, I know it’s winter…