Counting Days and Pennies

Will our pennies last till the end? An oxymoronic question asked by a moron. *** Who can deny we’ve had too much idle time on our hands lately? Idle time stirs up mental demons that stoke the fires of our fears. I’m reminded of the Scriptural advice of numbering our days and applying ourselves to …

Fireworks & Freedom

“And it shall come to pass afterward, I will pour out my Spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions…”  Joel 2:28 *  *  * What we have here is a minor 9th Century BC prophet projecting his prognostication …

FOMO Mania

Fear of Missing Out…a schizophrenic game of follow the blind leader. * * * It’s a common idiomatic expression, “the blind leading the blind.” It can describe life caught up into wild, uncontrollable seizures of speculative, irrational exuberance, not unlike mad swine rushing headlong off the edge of the abyss. Rocks are below. Homes selling …

The Poppies Blow

Neptune Park, St. Simons Island, Georgia. In this place for many years multitudes of a cross-section of diverse Americans celebrate Taps at Twilight in remembrance of Memorial Day. We come to pay tribute to those who have died in service to our country, as well as honor those living who have served in our preservation …

There are Days

There are days…and we’ve had plenty of them. * * * There are days to be sure.  Another one just showed up. We didn’t ask for it, but here it is.   Only one way to escape it. You ready for that? Days have been coming so regularly we take them for granted. We greet them …

Out of the Blue

Things happen.  Events occur without explanation, often right ‘out of the blue.’ * * * Three of us are having lunch at Sandy Bottoms, the local bagel restaurant. Strange name for a place where cream cheese multiplies itself while sitting on a stool. The subject of life’s inconsistencies comes up. We all have stories to …

My Ideas of Hell

There are two indisputable Eventualities.  Hell is one of them. * * * Blame the dream on Covid or a friend’s comment while watching the week’s Masters warmups.  “My idea of Hell is being chained to a chair watching golf all day,” she says. I agree but add being chained to a treadmill all day …