Category: Stream of Consciousness

Where I try to take a snapshot of my children

Several years ago, we were having dinner with some friends — my kids were babies, but our friends had one child who was a baby, and one who was firmly beyond “babyhood.” At the time, CJ had his finger wrapped around my little finger1 and I mentioned how much I enjoyed that little “baby reaction.”… Continue reading Where I try to take a snapshot of my children

Where I think on confidence

No matter how things play out, there is always a difference between “real life” and “virtual life.” For some, that difference can be marked and quite intentional — for others, it may be minimal. But, there’s no doubting that, being behind the screen that is “being online” people are different. The “me” that shines through… Continue reading Where I think on confidence

Where I let out some of the random spilling about my head

I wish I held the ability to think of something and, like Elsa, “let it go.” But, once my mind hits “I think I should…” or “what would it take to…”, well, I have to, at least, think through whatever my brain stumbled upon. I listened to Nick Offerman’s recording of Paddle Your Own Canoe1,… Continue reading Where I let out some of the random spilling about my head

Where I present a huge helping of random before the holidays

I have figured out what my introduction music would be, if I were a major league baseball player: First three innings: Grieg’s In The Hall of the Mountain King (from Peer Gynt) Second three innings: The cannon-firing portion of Tchaikovsky’s 1812 overture Final three innings: First movement from Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony (right from the start)… Continue reading Where I present a huge helping of random before the holidays

Where I present five random facts about myself #oldschoolblogging

If you asked me, until the time I was about 11, what I wanted to be, while there was a chance I might have responded “fireman” or “policeman” or “doctor,” more than likely, I’d have answered “mad scientist.” To be honest, Doctor Horrible is kind-of my hero. No question stresses me out more than “what… Continue reading Where I present five random facts about myself #oldschoolblogging

Where I chronicle an exceptionally busy day

My alarm goes off at 5am. Yesterday, however, my day started just before 4am. Benji was outside, barking. Duffy went downstairs to bring him back in — but, after he came in, there was still noise being made, because Pip, our lovely cat, was caterwauling. Duffy came upstairs as the loud meows continued. “She’s stuck… Continue reading Where I chronicle an exceptionally busy day

Where I catch my breath from a busy weekend with a large bucket of random

This weekend, I: Hosted out-of-town-guests Wrapped up the run of Jesus Christ, Superstar at the Carlisle Theatre Company, which included shows on Friday & Saturday nights before a Sunday matinee Went to Hershey Park with the family & bunches of other friends Ran a half marathon (more about this in the next day or two)… Continue reading Where I catch my breath from a busy weekend with a large bucket of random

Where I get older

I shave my head. I do this not because it’s the “cool thing to do1,” but because I chose a preemptive strike against male pattern baldness. Also, I suffered from horrible scalpne and “letting my scalp breathe” appears to have fixed things. My beard is speckled with white. Lots and lots and lots of white.… Continue reading Where I get older

Where I bring the random on a Friday

The lead guitarist for my rock band up & quit on us . . . not knowing if we’ll continue blows. I’ve been taking karate lessons with CJ, and we’re both really enjoying it. Next week, however, is testing week and his four-year-old self doesn’t have the form required for the next belt down yet.… Continue reading Where I bring the random on a Friday