Last night was Halloween, and with Halloween comes Trick-or-Treating, and candy, and, most importantly, costumes. A few months ago, we started asking what each of them might want to be — CJ seemed torn between Anakin Skywalker (despite his innate geekiness, he doesn’t understand that Anakin & Darth Vader are one & the same person)… Continue reading Where I dress up in tights to amuse my children
Author: John
Where I think about life as a professional musician
In college, I made a decision . . . I would not pursue a life as a musician, and instead, take the more-reliable income of an engineer. And, for the most part, this is a choice that I’ve been happy with. But, those of you who follow me closely might realize that music is finding… Continue reading Where I think about life as a professional musician
Where I pull a half-marathon out of nowhere & bore you with the details
I haven’t been running as much as I used to. Heck, I’ve even been wondering if the name “Daddy Runs a Lot” is really applicable anymore . . . but, when push comes to shove, I still do enjoy running. And I would run a whole lot more than I do right now if I… Continue reading Where I pull a half-marathon out of nowhere & bore you with the details
Where I ponder if you’re pondering what I’m pondering
Just some random ponderings for a Monday… As someone who found himself with a want for wine and none in the house yesterday, how did any libation maker stay in business in Harry Potter? With the refilling charm, what was to keep someone from buying a single bottle of “the good stuff” and never buy… Continue reading Where I ponder if you’re pondering what I’m pondering
Where I remember a dear friend
Honestly, the name was Mrs. Skewers’s idea. I started playing ‘cello in the 3rd grade, and she insisted that every instrument must be named. But I can’t, for the life of me, remember my ‘cello’s name. What I do remember is Mrs. Skweres, looking at me, exasperatedly, after I had missed yet another ‘cello lesson.… Continue reading Where I remember a dear friend
Where I ponder if I’m ready for a century ride
This Sunday, I have a 100 mile bike ride. When I describe this, I’m very careful to use the word “ride” and note “race.” While I tend to use the word “run” instead of “race” to describe a marathon, well, at the end of a marathon, there is a winner — it is a race,… Continue reading Where I ponder if I’m ready for a century ride
Where I write to my dearly departed self
There’s a little known fact about the blogging world — when someone sends you a mug of their blog, you become friends for life. Last Christmas, I received a “Letters for Lucas” mug from Tonya, and I was tickled pink when she asked me to contribute to her “Letters From You” segment. So, I decided… Continue reading Where I write to my dearly departed self
Where I think about habits
The past couple of weeks have been relatively rough for me. As much as I abhor it, I’m a creature of schedule — I do best when things aren’t novel. In fact, I almost strive for a routine. A routine means that it’s easy for me to make good decisions as to what to eat.… Continue reading Where I think about habits
Where I think back on a summer evening
We all know that tragedy sticks in our minds. I doubt thtere is a single reader of this blog who can’t tell me precisely what was going on in their lives when they first started hearing details of September 11. Somewhere, there is a sense that “my life is never going to be the same… Continue reading Where I think back on a summer evening
Where I get all mushy about being a father
Last night, into this morning, there were no poosplosions or episodes of diaper shrapnel. There were no exposed nails for me to step on. There were no episodes of dog puking within casa de batzer. In short, it was a pleasant evening. Well, Leila came over (of course, it was when I was in the… Continue reading Where I get all mushy about being a father