Tonight, I logged into my Blogger account believing it had been two weeks since my last post. Not exactly great, but well within this year's blogging habits. I assumed that I had only slipped up a little. Only upon seeing the date of my last entry (September 29th), did I realize my short slip had turned into a long slide of four straight weeks. Nowhere near as bad as my fourteen-week-long sabbatical at the beginning of this year. Yet, it feels a lot like I have given up on this project. A part of me wants to stop completely. However, another part clings desperately to a hope that whatever blogging I do will bear fruit someday. Since I am sitting here at my desk typing away, that optimistic part of my brain has won out.
Lyrical Musings of an Amateur Bard
The chronicle of a middle-aged man who spent the first half of his life thinking too much, and saying too little.
Sunday, November 3, 2024
Sunday, September 29, 2024
Sunday, September 15, 2024
The End of Act 2
If you're interested, here is "The End of Act 1" post. |
“Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a
stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in
the pleasant disguise of illusion.”
― Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie
Sunday, September 1, 2024
Meandering Thoughts (#22)
Today is the first of September. Tomorrow, Labor Day. Later in the week, my children begin a new academic year. And, on this day, a decade ago, after thirteen straight years of teaching, I experienced my first September not having to think about school. I have not entered a classroom since.
Sunday, August 18, 2024
Apologies for the Short Silence (Again)...
For me, writing cursive is like riding a bike. I'm not referring to the skill aspect. There are deep-rooted childhood memories locked up in both practices. I should write about them. Not today, though. |
Slips, not slides. That is my new mantra. Whenever I come up short, I say this phrase to myself. Spent a day without exercising, or going for a walk? No worries, it's just a slip. Ate a pint of Ben & Jerry's Mint Chocolate Cookie? Again, a slip up. Consumed twelve Ferrero Rocher Hazelnut chocolates, in addition to the ice cream? Okay, that's more like sliding. Missed a week of blogging? We're back to a s slip. We can recover quickly from slipping, but stopping and recouping from a sliding can be debilitating.
Sunday, August 4, 2024
On Dreaming (#23)
All three fortunes came from Friday's order; the bottom two from the same fortune cookie. Since I opened the first one on August 2nd, I guess I will have to wait until September for this "deep sense of fulfillment. Also, not sure what I should do with sincerity, in order to gain the "greatest reward". Finally, as you will soon find out, if opportunities showed up this past Saturday, then I missed out on them, because I was distracted most of the day. Or, since yesterday's events inspired today's blog post--which I was tempted to skip--, perhaps that is the opportunity mentioned in the last fortune...
Sunday, July 28, 2024
Apologies for (Another) Short Silence...
For two years straight, I tried to grow sunflowers, only to fail both times. Deer ate my first attempt, before they could even flower. Poor planning and environmental conditions undermined last year's effort. For this year, I was determined to succeed. And, I did it. Now I have a beautiful barrel of blooming sunflowers. (There is an updated photo at the end of this post.)
Sunday, July 14, 2024
Confessions (#24)
The first pickles of this season, and the first in a few years. There were four large jars, but I gave one to a friend. They should be ready for eating in about a week. |
Tonight, I would rather be sharing my garden exploits, and some of the rewards of my efforts. However, someone has decided, for reasons unknown right now, to force the election conversation into a new direction. And everyone feels the need to opine online about it, much to the delight of social media profiteers and our nation's enemies. Well, I am only human. Here are my three paragraphs (and a quote).
Sunday, June 30, 2024
Apologies for the Short Silence...
My daughter and I built those trellises in a hot afternoon. The one on the left is for the pole beans; the two tall ones on the right, for the cucumbers. |
Sorry for my brief absence. I am back, with a farmer's tan (pun intended). And, just in time to see my cukes, beans, and summer squashes thriving. Hopefully, witnessing all this hard work bear fruit will inspire me to focus on my other "gardens". Okay, I will stop with the metaphor.
Sunday, June 16, 2024
Meandering Thoughts (#21)
To read a set of words presented such that they arouse my emotions, inspire reflection, and set my sights on new horizons? I know of only three things that could rival such an experience. (And I could find all three explained in books--though reading could never replace any of them.)
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