Reflections

I wonder at what age I began to separate myself from the “prevailing wisdom” of my family members.   As kids, we’re exposed to all kinds of nonsense that we accept as confirmed truth simply because we don’t know anything different; we only know the viewpoints and behaviors of our nuclear families and a few…

I’ve always been a “producer”. My mind is always busy thinking, discerning, plotting, working out ways forward.   It’s a good skill/ability/inclination, most of the time.   But sometimes–especially in times like the one we’re in right now–it can be a damned pain in the arse.   Because as long as a significant percentage of…

In 1965, when I was a teenager, there was a song by PF Sloan, sung by Barry McGuire, going around that resonated with an entire generation of social justice advocates of all ages.   It was called The Eve of Destruction. Here are some of the lyrics:   Think of all the hate there is…

Pixabay image (NOT the actual backyard I was in…)   I enjoyed my first social outing in more than four months yesterday afternoon. It was 100% outdoors and social distancing was in place.   George and Sue Rebar, who are my nephew Phil’s parents-in-law, invited Phil and Wendy and their kids (Casey and Jamie) and…

My remodel upgrade is half finished.   That’s the good news.   The bad news is that the finished rooms make the unfinished hallways, kitchen and bathroom look even worse, by comparison…   I’ve painted the unfinished rooms, so the walls look nice, but the flooring is dotted with paint. Since it’s going to be…

Slowly but surely I’m getting things kicked back into shape and placed in the various rooms, but not totally up against the walls yet because the baseboards still need to be put in.   My den is beginning to look more like it did before the remodel/upgrade process began. I still have Dad’s china cabinet…