From now on, all I want in life is for people I hire or utilize for services to do what they say they will. Oh, I expect to pay for it, of course. That’s my end of the bargain. The ongoing clock conundrum, the clock being my Dad’s “major award” in the eighties, is complete….
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Morning Musings and Dancing in the Dark
Snow and silence came to the backyard overnight. With my mug of coffee, I sat on the stoop, listening to it for a few minutes before I put on the music. The silence here is friendly, but I remember when silence was scary. It still can be, depending, but not lately. What about the quiet…
You Do You
There are benefits and downfalls to reading every comment. Email, that’s different. Many social media professionals advise me to avoid reading comments; I can’t do that. I also read all of my emails, which makes me one of a tiny percentage of people who don’t delete things immediately. As expected, I got a nasty message…
Better Because of It
When I drive, hundreds of ideas course through my mind. I sometimes wish I could hear them recombobulated in the voice of a posh Englishman. It would be more entertaining than silently selecting, catching, and then holding the gems because I bet I miss a lot of great ones. My best writing occurs far from…
The Dog
I receive many notes about Ellie. “Does she like the new place?’“Is Ellie comfortable?”“What does Ellie think?” I can only answer those questions like any man with a dog; I don’t know. Dogs, including Ellie, are like side dishes to life. They are not appetizers but more like potatoes or noodles—always on the table. Don’t…
Bigfoot is Real—Jim Said So!
I’ve not seen Bigfoot, but that doesn’t mean I don’t occasionally look for him/her. It’s easier not to believe Bigfoot exists, of course. But you can’t deny that it’s fun to wonder and remain somewhat hopeful that the myth or legend is more than just that. It’s about as far as I go down the…
Does it really take a “Village?”
I’m not complaining; snow is part of the deal here on the Jagged Edge of America. My friends, some already living their “best life” in The Villages, have intermittently given me polite admonitions over my few years spent in the sixties—the age, not the decade. The claim is that I seem like a guy who…
Have Cake, Will Travel
Two hundred sixty miles for cake, but it was a really good cake. Discombobulated is my life, mostly shot from the hip on a handheld camera without film. It would be expensive to find someone to edit it to make it understandable to a normal person. So, I strive on, unedited, feeling secure that a…
Dodging the Stones, Throwing None
With an eye toward light adventure, our trek through life is better shod with something sturdy. Boots? Sure. Good solid toe protection is key. A stout, resilient coat, unimpeded by excessive outer clinging gadgetry that catches on the branches that drag against us and slow us down, is also imperative. But you also need to…
Keep Digging
Don’t judge your day too early; a magical crust might be nearby. Sometimes, it’s right outside the door awaiting discovery. There will be days when you have to dig for the good stuff. Keep digging.