After being on the road most of the week, yesterday I was traveling home. Those are always a good days for me. There’s this kind of familiarity, a sort of rhythm that I am stepping back into. I look forward to walking through the front door and into what’s comfortable; when the aroma from the kitchen, the touch of the sofa, the sounds of conversation and laughter – confirm with all of my senses that “Here is where family happens”. The edge from a long day of driving 7 or 8 hours is always replaced with the anticipation of the moment when those I love give me that welcome home hug. The kind of hug you know is genuine, that says “I really did miss you”. Continue reading
Gidget and I attend the Country Living Fair in Stone Mountain Georgia this past weekend. I know, it doesn’t sound all that manly. But that didn’t matter, it was a much-needed and overdue getaway for just the two of us. With no kids, there were times when the quietness made it seem almost awkward at times. Having uninterrupted conversations and being able to string together a complete sentence had this vague familiarity at first. One evening during dinner, we were talking of how nice it has been to be able to start “dating” again. Really it’s ashamed that we get lost in the day-to-day so much that we forget to do just that. Continue reading
As some of you might know, lately I’ve been learning to play the guitar. So far, it has been a very gratifying experience. There are several life applications that I have noticed about the process. Starting out, I didn’t really know anything about reading music, or how to hold the guitar properly, or really anything. Besides not know anything, my fingers weren’t prepared for the trauma that I was about to put them through. My brain is trying to process reading a note on the paper, putting my fingers on the correct fret, and keeping a beat. All the while my fingers feel like someone is shoving bamboo shoots under my fingernails every time I press down on the string. Continue reading
So now that I have an official Blog site; when I log in my eyes are drawn to the navigation bar on the side. This heading of “Categories” just glares at me. To make it even words, the pre-set from WordPress automatically sets the page up with the sub-heading of “Uncategorized”. There’s something about the “Un” part that makes me uneasy. “Is your life really that UN-organized that you can’t put things into different groupings?”, I say to myself. Continue reading
My son has a school assignment in which he is required to write a book report. So when I asked him what it was about, I was thrilled to hear that it was classic literature. He added that there was a list of the classics to choose from or that he could select his own provided he explain why it is should be considered great literature. While he loves to read, he wants to choose something that isn’t on the list because he feels his writing will be much better given a book of his choosing. Continue reading
A few months back I was checking out documentaries on Netflix. I know, it sounds boring. I stumbled across the TLC Channel’s show called Hoarding: Buried Alive. I was fascinated with what I saw. Here were people who literally lived among trash and things that would be piled up to the ceiling, leaving only a tiny walkway or in some cases having to crawl over it all. In the most extreme case I saw was a woman who would not throw out food. She actually hoarded food! Can you imagine yogurt that is over a year past the its expiration date, and she was eating it! Continue reading
I figure this is as good a place as any to post my thoughts as I piece together this thing called life. I seem to stumble across truths in my day-to-day – things that God has placed in my path that I’m supposed to apply to my relationships. Relationships with my children and wife, at work, and friends.
Maybe no one ever reads this – no matter. It’s an outlet for me and a place to work things out with words. Maybe I’ll pick up some advice along the way to becoming a better writer.