Past Mumbling
W
e're on the lam for a few
days. No authorities are hot on our trail, however; just life and responsiblities. I'm in the air with two guys from my church, Tate & Jon, heading to Navajo Country in Arizona. An evening flight meant...
I
was making a pair of PB
& J sandwiches tonight when the equation clicked. Sally's gone to Kentucky to grade essay questions for students seeking advanced placement, so I've had a fair number of these sandwiches while she's away. The bread was best...
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New Math”
posted 1 year, 11 months ago on Sunday, Jun the 5th 2011
T
oday was election day in
our tiny village, and my spot for Board Trustee was up for grabs. I decided to run again for another four year term. The first 2 years I did it were pretty miserable, because I didn't know...
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Darkhorse Candidate”
posted 2 years, 1 month ago on Tuesday, Apr the 5th 2011
T
his morning I found myself
looking up the domain expiration for a friend's site, and as a consequence also saw the original registration date for this particular site you're just so lucky to be reading (or at least the .net version of it) and...
I
t all goes so fast. There's
nothing particularly wise in noting that, but I think we lead a very different sort of life up until we realize how fast. After the reality taps us on the shoulder, we get to figure out how to spend...
S
o today we crossed into some
new and uncharted territory. We started tearing out the second floor in the sanctuary. It's a tiny job by the standards of any contractor worth his salt, and probably only a medium-sized job to us, the (dumb) people...
T
he Peter Graves TV version,
too, not that cinematic vomit Tom Cruise ran wild-eyed through. Sally and I had a mission, which we decided to accept, to get moved out of our church and activate some demolitions on the way out the door....
S
o way back in June Sally
and I entered into our 5th year of marriage, and I lost a lot of bets. On the upside however, we became so disgusted with our living conditions that we've decided to move out. Like rats from...
S
ally's in charge of the radio,
so we're listening to something embarrassing; "Call me Mr. Flinstone, 'cause I can make your Bedrock.".
This is what happens after the 20th hour of a road trip. The system breaks down, radio selections become chaotic, and Sally turns...
T
he girls are giggly. They'll
dread this news being broadcast to the eight people who occasionally look in this corner of the web, but it's true. They're here because they love sports and have big hearts and want to make an impact and...
A
h, the soothing power of
routine. When you're in a strange place, any bit of repetition becomes a point of familiar reference to cling to. It starts with where you sleep, and until you go out a few times, you cower in...
T
he short version is that
we're at our destination, alive, safe, and really didn't have to deal with anything worse than stress; Escalating, gnawing, soul-grinding stress.
You didn't come here for the short version though, and by gum, I'm incapable of telling any story in...
I
had a pretty great birthday
yesterday. It started before the birthday even arrived, in fact, and it really hasn't ended yet because I haven't gone to sleep. My parents and Sally's parents sent nice cards and gifts earlier in the week, and...
I
'm engaged in time travel
by the most predictable means possible. Today marks a creep forward on my biological ticker, as I plant my foot on the far side of mid-thirties. I am now twice the minimum voting age, and halfway to...
S
he couldn't get up stairs
anymore without help, and her pain was evident. Walking was difficult, but she always got up to greet you. The vet came tonight and put her to sleep. She was a good dog. As good...