gdaddy
Status: Digging out sometimes is a matter of digging in.
Mood:
Ok
Offline
-
There are those who believe that the Holy Spirit speaks to us in our dreams. They are half-right. God speaks to us 24/7. The problem with our waking hours is that they are often filled with the...
-
A mother was called home this Sunday. Some would say that it was an overdue call. The loss is not diminished in any event. A good and faithful son now walks under the spiritual gaze of both...
-
There are those who believe that the Holy Spirit speaks to us in our dreams. They are half-right. God speaks to us 24/7. The problem with our waking hours is that they are often filled with the...
-
Been asking myself what I was going to do with the extra hour from DST ending and updating the journal finally occured to me. Hard to believe the year is almost out since my last entry - an...
-
Worst advice I ever hear given to newlyweds is "don't go to bed angry". Bull. Better to sleep angry - in separate rooms if necessary - than argue into the morning and go to work angry and...
-
Ten years ago, I sat on a deck overlooking a horse trail. Looking back on four decades, I regarded my house, my wife, my career, my friends, and thought things were rolling along at a jaunty...
-
If you're old enough to remember Mac Davis, you would remember the song title paraphrased above. If you aren't, I envy you, but only a little. Since settling into my own digs, I've gotten to spend...
-
The Magical Season Well, we made it, little man! Your fifth Christmas was our first as a father and son affair. I can still rewind the previous years’ celebrations quite readily. Each one...
-
It took four tries, little man, but we finally righted the wrong from your first birthday: A celebration with Grandma and Grandpa in attendance. I noted your struggle to hold back tears as we...
-
The final battle is perhaps some time off. What was won thus far is the most precious of victories. My son will have his father. We have had two adventures already, on our way to thousands.
-
Once upon a time, the American Dream was thought to be realized by the ownership of property. The most conspicuous type of property is real estate. Thus, at the end of WWII, the Greatest...
-
I'm not a subscriber, but the idea is to update your friends frequently with status messages of 128 characters, or thereabouts. Might catch on. Maybe if I wrote shorter entries I'd write more...
-
Bankruptcy averted for at least another month. Things quickly took a dramatic upturn in the past few weeks. Scary at first, because dramatic upturns are uncommon in my life. Tennants moved...
-
Seven years ago, life got serious. On this day seven years ago, I watched a lot of people die in an office building that I once walked in and out of pretty regularly. Among the wrenching thoughts...
-
September 8th, 2005. I think this was the last euphoric day of my life. There might have been one or two in the ensuing months, but they were probably aftershocks of that first moment when I...
dd