Archive for November, 2020

So Far That’s Been Once

November 30, 2020

I don’t want to take the day off, but in the spirit of “putting my money where my mouth is” after last Friday’s post, today I plan to be putting my body where my hammock is at every opportunity.


November 27, 2020

I think I need to relearn how to relax.

Happy Thanksgiving

November 26, 2020

This year I’m particularly thankful that nobody tried to make me flood my social media with of a list of things for which I am thankful.

Planets Don’t Have Gender, And Beauty Can Be Equally Dangerous No Matter The Gender

November 25, 2020

To clarify something about yesterday’s post, the point would be equally valid if the plant was named “Adonis,” so let’s take the right lesson away from this, alright?

I Was About His Age When I Made The Same Connection

November 24, 2020

Today my son observed that the planet Venus, named after the goddess of beauty, is lovely to look at from a distance, but seething and lethal the closer you approach it.

He’s definitely my son.

I’m Not Sure Where This Stems From

November 23, 2020

I’ve mentioned before that flowers and I don’t get along, but I despise fake flowers as abominations against nature.

You might say the only thing I hate worse than posies are poseurs.

It’s An Evolving Idea

November 20, 2020

The more I watch the dynamics of political success, the more I’m tempted to propose a theory of sociology called the “survival of the git-est.”

Because Understanding That Is The Only Way To Make Sense Of Some Things

November 19, 2020

If there can be only one thing my son learns from studying history, I hope that he learns how strongly the past can resonate into the present and future.

I’m Hoping This Spares Me From Further Questions For A While

November 18, 2020

“If you could have lunch with any one person in the entire world, who would it be?” I was asked this morning.

Now . . . friends and neighbors, there’s a time and a place for questions like that, but early in the morning and out of the blue is neither the time nor the place with me.

“Any one person, living or dead?” I asked for clarification.

“Yes,” I was told.

“I pick the living one then,” I replied.

I Worry About These Things Sometimes

November 17, 2020

As a parent I never want to punish my child for something outside of their control, but I am painfully aware that the Universe isn’t always as forgiving.