Archive for August, 2022

So Now It’s Official

August 31, 2022

It’s not really hurricane season around here until I check the latest tropical weather outlook and think, “Well that’s different than it was four hours ago!”

I’ll Bet The City Would Absolutely LOVE To Hear That Though!

August 30, 2022

While out for a walk today I overheard a contractor telling a perspective client, “Now I’m going to tell you what I tell all my customers: I’m required by law to tell you that the city requires a permit for this sort of thing; that’s how they make their money, you know. But truthfully, most of my clients don’t bother . . .”

I miss the age of subtlety.

And Round And Round It Goes

August 29, 2022

I feel like in recent years the bulk of political “discourse” has boiled down to:

“You’re saying that we don’t matter!”

“No! We’re just saying that we matter too! You’re the one saying that we don’t matter!”

“No! We’re just saying that we matter too! You’re the one saying . . .’

Good Thing I Asked

August 26, 2022

Another sign you may need coffee is if someone places a large, bright red travel mug full of coffee on your desk while you are away, then stops by a few moments later, points to said bright red mug literally in front of you and asks, “You noticed that, right?”, and your response is a confused, “Noticed what?”.

My Advice For All The Generations

August 25, 2022

You can offend or you can change minds, but you can’t do both at the same time. Choose wisely.

No Cookie Could EVER Be Worth My Reaction!

August 24, 2022

“Mom said I could have some cookies; can you get them for me?” my son asked me today.

Now I know some parents might have doubted the veracity of this, but I didn’t, not even for a second, because I know that if my son ever does lie to me (and I’m not encouraging this son!), it’s not going to be over a couple of cookies.

I Know Because I Have Trouble With The Belief Part

August 23, 2022

To be effective, kind words, like unkind words, need to be believed at least a little bit.

Today Was One Of Those Times, So I’m Glad To Be Home

August 22, 2022

While there is a difference between “exploring” and “being lost,” sometimes there’s not much of one.

I’ll Remember That

August 19, 2022

Sometimes cake for breakfast isn’t necessarily a bad idea if it reminds you that cake for breakfast isn’t necessarily a good idea either.

I Find It Reasonable, At Least

August 18, 2022

The other day the subject of “memorable dreams” came up in conversation, and I decided to share one of my more memorable nightmares . . . not my scariest by a long shot, but certainly one of my more memorable.

It doesn’t sound like much at first, just being cut across the stomach with an ax with a sensation of realism that I could actually feel the flesh parting beneath the blade. This was decidedly unpleasant, of course, but even in the dream I could tell it was mostly a superficial cut, and it looked worse than it was.

Then I woke up . . . and discovered the blood vessels beneath my skin had burst in a precise line across my stomach where the dream ax had “cut” me.

Now there are a lot of “reasonable” ways to account for this, from me twisting in my sleep and inflicting the injury on myself (though that’s never happened before or since), to a powerful psychosomatic response to the dream, and so on, but I’ll tell you one thing, reasonable or not:

I’ve always been sure to tread a little more carefully in my dreams ever since!