I'm Just Saying

As a child in elementary school I was given, along with the rest of the class, an assignment which, even then, I thought a bit maudlin for a group of 10 year olds.

For those who engage in social media or read publications devoted to entertainment, the term, ‘life hacks’ will be a familiar one.

Designed to make the mundane chores of life easier, social ‘influencers’ with thousands, if not millions, of followers will make breathtaking proclamations:

“You’ve been vacuuming all wrong!”

If Paul and I ever bust up after all these years, it won’t be because of another woman, or man (but possibly, horse), it will be because of…

WeRateDogs is exactly that: an on-line social media account that accepts photo submissions from followers of their dogs.

Paul has commandeered what has long been affectionately known as ‘the Unabomber Shack’ which served as my radio studio for years, and turned it into a wood workshop.

He’s 62, a man, and as you know, this is required by law.

There comes a time in everyone’s life when the topic of conversation bandied back and forth between friends jumps from grand adventures planned, or even chatty daily trivialities, and focuses instead on the moroseness of health issues. It begins subtly:

“I’m just not sleeping like I used to.”

I was quite proud of our recent snowfall in that it behaved as a good southern snowfall should: it gave us a serene eyeful of blanketing beauty and was plentiful enough for children to have customary snowball fights as well as build a snowman.

There’s a sort of prayer, should one be so inclined, known as contemplative prayer in which one doesn’t present God with requests or needs but simply seeks to abide with their maker.