I'm Just Saying

It’s always the children, isn’t it, that seem to bring greatly needed clarity?

It was Donald Trump, jumping into this whole Starbucks red cup thing that prevented me from keeping my pie hole shut. Because, really, I was going to ignore the whole thing, until...

One of the things that I’ve noticed, as the dogs grow older and dim of sight, is the cautious, and in some cases, brazen return, of members of the rodent family to the farm.

I happened to be in the right place at the right time, last week, to help judge a children’s Halloween costume contest that included over fifty entries.

Sometimes the stars align and one is handed the job of ones dreams.

“Another acting role?” you might ask, “Another comedy performance at The White House?”

How do I say this without sounding macabre?

I think I’ll just plunge in.

If it kills me, and it just might, I’m going to find a way to rid these shores of Halyomorpha Halys, otherwise known as ‘those stink bugs.’

And while I’m on this soap box, let me shake my bony finger and also declare, “See what happens when you buy all this cheap crap from China?”

The irony was not lost on Paul this past week as, on the day normally spent marking the occasion his mother, Christine, brought him into the world, he was signing the papers from hospice to assist her in leaving it.