My journal of big words and pretty pictures
When I was a kid, around first grade-ish, I walked to school. It was less than half a mile from where I lived, but in my child-mind, and to my pudgy child-legs, it was at least five miles - both ways, up hill, in the snow. Across the street from my school, there was a … Continue reading Raising independent children
“Man down! Man down!” My idyllic day at the beach was interrupted by a crew of red swim-suited emergency responders, a backboard held high over their heads, kicking up sand and seagulls, as they raced to the aid of a tourist in distress. Pushing my crumbled hemp sun hat back on my head, I squinted … Continue reading Beached clowns
Yesterday I got a “shaming” letter in the mail. Typically, I toss any and all mailers in the recycling. Most of them are junk - advertising goods and services I’m don’t care about. This one, pointed out to me by my son, was from Citizens for a Better Florida, an Orlando-based PAC that calls itself … Continue reading Shamailer
For the past several months I’ve been on a journey of transformation. Finally within touching distance of a decade-old goal weight, I’ve been daydreaming about an entirely new wardrobe to celebrate. Pants are falling off my hips, my body is swimming in my blouses, even the Sisters are in need of new underpinning. My problem? … Continue reading Fashion disaster
It’s no secret that I’ve been on a walking program lately - counting up towards 14,000 daily steps and that ever elusive 6-mile mark. Besides sturdy shoes and comfortable clothes, a hat and sunglasses, (maybe sunscreen and mosquito repellent), about the only other thing I need for walking is a ready water supply. Dehydration in … Continue reading Six uses for water bottles during outdoor exercise
Back story No. 1: About eight years ago, I served on a federal jury. For two weeks our panel heard evidence in a fraud case that netted the defendant about $65 million from a rather sloppy Ponzi scheme. We took a smidge under two hours to convict. The sentence was 33 years, approximately six months … Continue reading This is not a cookie fortune
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