This is a time when I have started to work on Blossoms (my first book) again with the vague hope that I can correct the book enough to have my editor give it a passing grade. If that happens, I would like to re-issue it under a different title.
So, dear reader, if you find yourself going from one humor to the next, fear not; you are not alone. I suspect we all do so from time to time. In fact, maybe that’s what makes us human.
that’s why I play golf; it’s like a compact version of life: life writ small. Maybe that’s why we use the term ‘puttering along.’
It seems to me that people, politicians especially, are doing things without considering the long-range implications.
It’s a good time to sit out on the patio with a cup of coffee,
I have been a slug about writing for my blog, partly because I’m not sure anyone reads it, and partly because I am lazy. However, I decided I am going to try to write something every Thursday, even if it’s gobbledegook. So, here goes. I have been working on too many things lately, which has […]
Spring does not last as long as we want it to, but while it is here, let us all rejoice.
I suddenly remembered some odd toys from when I was a kid. I thought that I would write about them and see if anyone else had things like these.
I don’t think any of us says, “I’m going to live until I’m eighty-five years old,” when we are young, and so we should not think that the simple act of aging is anything to be proud of. We live as long as we do because we have been lucky, genetics have worked in our favor, and we haven’t pissed someone off badly enough.