I’ve Read A Lot Of Things Like This Recently For Some Reason

November 1, 2019

Paraphrased (and exaggerated for effect) news article I read recently:  Family members say that the man who got lost in the wilderness for two weeks before falling into a ravine and subsequently devoured by wild animals lived life “without regret.”

Me:  I’m willing to bet there was at least a little regret there at some point!

I’m Leaning Toward Space Cowboy

October 31, 2019

Today’s To-Do List:

Decorate house enough to show we’re ready for trick-or treaters – CHECK

Cobble together a costume that doesn’t require me to shave – IN PROGRESS

I Am Absolutely Kidding About This, I Just Have A Mild Cold, So Any Ghastly Appearance Was A Preexisting Condition

October 30, 2019

The bad news is because I’ve been ill lately I haven’t been able to get the house decorated for Halloween.

The good news is because I’ve been ill lately I look ghastly enough that I won’t need a costume.

Today I’m Not Laughing

October 29, 2019

After posting yesterday, someone (having correctly divined that yesterday’s quote meant that I was indeed sick) recommended that I pack it in and go to bed early.  I laughed at this yesterday because I didn’t feel that bad, I was just have a bit of difficulty focusing.

This Is As Close As I Get To Wit Today

October 28, 2019

The ability to quote is a serviceable substitute for wit.

– Direct attribution uncertain, closest confirmed attribution of sentiment seems to be W. Somerset Maugham

It Really Would Be

October 25, 2019

Me:  (After dragging around the entire morning.)  Kiddo, I’m not sure that I’m sick today, but I’m going to act as if I am.  I mean I’m going to take care of myself like I would if I was sick, not that I’m going to start going around acting sick.

My son:  Yeah, that would be bad.

I Regret Nothing

October 24, 2019

The following is an excerpt from a play my son and I were having the other day:

The Narrator (a.k.a., my son):  You find yourself in one of “those” houses.

The Not-So-Brave Hero (a.k.a., me): (Thinking we must be thinking of different houses, but deciding to go with the joke anyway.)  Really?  But I don’t have any money!

The Narrator:  (Ignoring me)  You find yourself in the house of a grumpy cat.

The Not-So-Brave Hero:  A grumpy cat house, you say?  It’s grumpy because I don’t have any money, isn’t it?

It Turns Out It Wasn’t So Difficult For Me To Describe After All

October 23, 2019

“Try this,” L’s Mother said to me yesterday while she handed me a dubious looking fried chip.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s . . . something,” she replied.  When I looked at her askance she added, “It’s difficult to describe.”

So I tried it.

“Wow . . .” I said slowly.  “The drywall really brings out the taste of the ceiling plaster, doesn’t it?”

So Two A Day Now Is A Little Different From Two A Day Then

October 22, 2019

Jokes about my caffeine intake aside, I really have scaled back.  These days I measure my intake in (literal 8 oz.) cups as opposed to pots.

Scaling Back My Caffeine Intake, I’m Looking At YOU!

October 21, 2019

It’s incredibly satisfying watching my son grasping a new concept.

It’s incredibly humbling to go back over some past entries here and getting a fresh reminder that I’m still struggling with some decidedly old concepts.