Monthly Archives: August 2017

When I retired I had to move everything from my office into my apartment. A lot of stuff had to be given away or disposed of. I find now that I am not looking to buy more things, but to … Continue reading →

I love to read, and for recreation I like to read mysteries.  One of my favorite authors is Jane Haddam.  In her book Cheating at Solitaire the victim as well as several of the suspects are celebrities of the Kim … Continue reading →

Weird title, I know…but those of you who know me, and most of you readers who have just started getting to know me in 2017, also know that I am, well, quirky. I also enjoy sociology, genealogy, and life-span psychology. … Continue reading →

Dad was a fisherman.  No, not professionally, but his first love was wading in the brook, casting his line to find the biggest trout. Most often he would leave the brook with a good catch filling his creel. There was … Continue reading →

Tossing and turning, unable to sleep, I sat down at my computer in the early morning darkness and impatiently powered it up.  Ugh!  It seems like it’s taking forever.  Finally it hums and chugs and the screen comes to life.  … Continue reading →

I wrote about the creatures bright and beautiful at the beginning of the summer.  Then I got off track and forgot to continue with all creatures great and small.  So, that is what I am going to write about this … Continue reading →

I learned this song in Sunday School (sung to the tune of “Bringing in the Sheaves”) There were twelve disciples Jesus called to help him; Simon, Peter, Andrew, James, his brother John; Philip, Thomas, Matthew, James the son of Alphaeus, … Continue reading →

A number of years ago I splurged and bought a pair of prescription sun glasses that had Polaroid lenses. They were best sun glasses I ever had, because they were great at reducing glare; they were especially good for driving … Continue reading →

The rabbis of Jesus’ day have not lost their impact on us 21st Century Americans. Allow me to (hopefully) demonstrate. They viewed hatred of another as tantamount to atheism. Makes sense, does it not? If we harbor hatred, how can … Continue reading →

    I confess . . my “sweet hour of prayer” often turns into a mindless wandering.  I begin with the best of intentions.  I know God listens.  But before long my mind has wandered off into memories or anxieties.  … Continue reading →