A hurricane named Matthew is approaching. In fact Matthew's expected path and initial approach is pretty much exactly where we live in the Treasure Coast of Florida. Our saving grace, such as it is, is that our home is a good 10 miles from the actual coast. Of course, 10 miles is really nothing what with tomorrow's initial wind speeds … Continue reading The Nightlights Will Protect Us
Author: snakesinthegrass2014
What, No Champagne or Party Hats?
Happy New Year! Let your hair down and crack open that bottle of... Moet and Manischewitz??? Rosh Hashanah starts this evening at sundown. Jewish holidays for the most part always begin at sundown, which when I was a kid made me think of gun duels in cowboy movies. I mentioned that to my mother once but received a stern rebuke in response: "This … Continue reading What, No Champagne or Party Hats?
Yearning For The RINOs of Yore
"She goes around with armed bodyguards like you have never seen before. I think that her bodyguards should drop all weapons. They should disarm. Right? Right? I think they should disarm immediately. What do you think? Yes? Yes. Yeah. Take their guns away. She doesn't want guns. ... Let's see what happens to her. Take … Continue reading Yearning For The RINOs of Yore
Truth or Dare
As heady evenings go, I more than held my own. After spending a bit of time on the election, the dinner conversation eventually switched over to books we had all recently read. Being the only librarian at the table, and at one point this was indeed made known, I felt obliged to be engaging and earnest on the … Continue reading Truth or Dare
The Thin Line of Judgment
Late last year I decided to see what it would be like to spend an entire year staying off of Facebook. The site had slowly become a place where I was developing an unhealthy disregard for people and their opinions. Instead of something fun or positive, I ended up casting negative judgments on friends and family for whatever … Continue reading The Thin Line of Judgment
Writer’s Block Ruminations
Two unfinished posts are currently sitting in my WordPress draft folder, both victims of a nasty case of a writer's block that is impeding what normally masquerades as creativity around here. As I await the return of genius, here are some "droppings" that are squatters in my grey matter at the moment... With the fall TV … Continue reading Writer’s Block Ruminations
Shoes Dropping, Doors Opening
Lately I've been experiencing some of what comedian Louis CK refers to as White People Problems. This is when middle class people like myself encounter "problems" that those less fortunate would view as something akin to a scrape on the knee. Former ice skater Nancy Kerrigan's plaintive cry of "Why, why, why?" has more credibility than my own weeping act, … Continue reading Shoes Dropping, Doors Opening
Ringtones, Overheard Intimacies, and Wardrobe Changes: Observations at The Airport Gate
I am sitting in an airport waiting for a connecting flight, which now has a 40 minute delay. This is a sudden trip. My brother-in-law Elliot passed away yesterday, and I am headed back to the Midwest for his funeral. His health had been failing for some time, so his death was not a surprise. … Continue reading Ringtones, Overheard Intimacies, and Wardrobe Changes: Observations at The Airport Gate
Hiding Them Skeletons
A couple of months ago a bolt of lightning hit the roof of our condo. It immediately created a powerful electrical surge that fried a computer, the HDMI port of our flat screen television, and the thermal fuse in our clothes dryer. The surge to the dryer sparked a small fire which in turn set off a smoke … Continue reading Hiding Them Skeletons
What Doesn’t Kill You
I had the unfortunate luck of coming down with a cold this past July 4th holiday weekend. As best as I can recall, it's only the second time in my life that I've had any kind of summertime virus. The weather outside was beautiful with sunny skies and ninety degree temperatures, but I stayed inside huddled under … Continue reading What Doesn’t Kill You
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