Archive for September, 2010
This Is Going To Sting
You better sit down for this one, people. In fact, you better get whatever it is you get when you need to find your Happy Place and believe that, no matter what, everything is going to be okay. Also, I would like to suggest a liter or two of Jack Daniels. Okay, so you know how the economic downturn has
Beautiful
Now and then, Cute Redhead’s work will require some travel, leaving me to fend for myself and ponder the age-old question: “can three kids puzzle out where to hide their dad’s body and make it look like an accident?” I think I’m a pretty average husband where Listening is concerned. Meaning, I suck at it. She could lecture, show slides,
Yellow Into Green – Part II
Yellow Into Green – Part I And then Life happens… …to love ruining everything. And you grow up and through and over and outward and in spite of. You learn there are deeper reasons and higher costs and mysteries wrapped in riddle. You taste failure, get stung by death (small d, and note that), fall in love only to learn
Yellow Into Green – Part I
I remember once, a long time ago, standing at a window watching light filter through trees and grass and saturate the changing colors. I remember the wind made things move in the same way hair moves underwater, undulating and in slow motion. If there is one thing, above all, about Nature I am intrigued by it’s her precision. The seemingly
Weight of Care
It transformed from a minor To Do into a major Must. But I couldn’t say exactly why. I just knew that when I woke Sunday morning, building a set of steps for the Tree Fortress had somehow, in the night, secured itself between incidental and critical. I just wasn’t sure why. What I was sure of, however, was that the meaning
