Monthly Archives: March 2012

Cut short

Today was haircut day.  Same time, same day, every three weeks, about a week faster than in my youth. It’s not vanity. It’s not that my hair grows so quickly.  It’s actually because I have so little hair that I have to pop in more often.  As I have balded (you can see my picture on the… Read more »

Is it really better to be lucky than good?

I must admit, I’ve lived a charmed life. I think most people would likely call it lucky.  I can’t say I disagree.  The debate might center on whether luck “just happens” or if I “made” my luck through personal effort.  You decide after you read on… I’m going to capsulize my “lucky” life within the… Read more »

Dust epidemic

From time to time as I ramble through my rambling rambles, I will go into a moaning about cleaning, usually in general and occasionally to the full extent of a single post.  I think we have to consider this one of those, even if it doesn’t specifically qualify as me whining about cleaning. In fact,… Read more »

But what’s the fat lady singing?

A few weeks back, I posted a brief comment about being invited to view an operetta.  Overall I enjoyed the performance, a mixture of dance, opera and orchestral music in a more intimate environment than a concert hall, but it reminded me of my main issue with opera (and other music forms). For you to… Read more »

Of Mom

Today would be Mom’s birthday. It’s always been easy to remember, since it falls on or around the first day of spring.  I always felt there was something poetic about a Mom (bringer of life) having a birthday on the first day of the season renowned for representing the “rebirth” of life each year. Over… Read more »

Bowling for dollars

The companion post to the earlier “Bowling for peppers”, we’ll chat a little today about my experiences in a money bowling league and my “transformation” into an honest-to-goodness bowler. Bowling has always been a fun recreational sport.  Many Sundays were family days at the bowling alley and we’d be out with Dad or Mom rolling… Read more »

Hand me downs

I was going through my semi-annual cleaning last week (ok, ok, I clean a bit more often than that, but I can dream, can’t I?) and used my usual assortment of “Grandma” towels in the process. This, of course, got me to thinking how many items of legacy I still own.  Granted, de-threading towels are… Read more »

I think that I shall never see…

…a poem lovely as a tree. A famous line from a famous poem about trees by Joyce Kilmer is the perfect lead in to our post today about…trees! Or, more precisely, drawing trees. I’ve been drawing since I was single digits.  My art “improved” over time until it peaked some years ago (much like my… Read more »

What’s so great about being great?

When I was a lad, I collected baseball cards, read books about baseball and watched baseball on TV when I could (having no professional team in Florida).  I really wanted to be a great baseball player. I was talented in the outfield.  I ran fast, had excellent anticipation for the ball off the bat and had… Read more »