I enjoy words, perhaps more than is usual or healthy. I like hearing them; I like knowing them; I like using them. (That last should probably be obvious by now, or I’m not doing it correctly.)
Naturally, given that I’m the one involved, my enjoyment promotes an embarrassing number of odd activities. For example, if I’m watching a video and can’t understand a Continue reading
My daughter is probably doomed to become either extremely analytical, or extremely creative. I don’t mean that she’ll inherit one of these qualities from my wife or me; rather she’ll earn them through repeated head trauma. She always hits the same part of her head: the right side of her forehead above her eye. I figure the brain underneath will either atrophy from the bludgeoning, or balloon because of all the extra blood flow in the bruises.
It all started one evening this past summer when I took my daughter to a meeting I had at a Continue reading
Greetings Again, Dear Readers!
It pains me to have missed two posts, especially one of my Sunday posts. Hopefully, if there are those in the world who rely upon my regularity of schedule–unfortunate folk indeed–they can forgive me. Also, if my absence ruined anyone else’s day, please forgive me for that as well. I wish I could say that soon I’ll extract amusing stories from the hectic- Continue reading
My wife and daughter are trying to ruin my life. In fact, judging from the cheering and applause, the whole business seems to excite them both entirely too much. They want to abandon my perfectly workable and orderly methods so that they can substitute a complex finicky mess, with the emphasis on mess. I think they’ve even been looking forward to this for months. It seems to me like some sort of insanity; whereas I quite rationally want to Continue reading
