Do you ever wake up in the wee, small hours of the morning, as Frank Sinatra sang, those hours before dawn, and find thoughts running through your head that wouldn’t be there any other time of the day? It’s as if in the busyness of daylight hours, my mind is full of the activities or […]
Feb 18, 2018
Who Was That Masked Man, Anyway?
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For those of you old enough to remember or who have seen some of the re-re-runs, of the TV Show, The Lone Ranger, always at the end, one person will turn to the other and ask, “Who was that masked man, anway?” And someone else will answer, “Why, that was the Lone Ranger!” The picture […]
Feb 16, 2018
Wisdom and a Morning Conversation, Coffee Added
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I groaned as I plopped into my office chair this morning. When would the bursitis in my leg go away? It hurts, it hinders, it is a nuisance, and it stifles inspiration and creativity. Looking down, I saw Nemo. He had come in from the family room, sat on the floor beside me, and looked up, sympathy […]
Feb 14, 2018
Stupid Cupid and All Those Other Winged Creatures
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Stupid Cupid, you’re a real mean guy. I’d like to clip your wings so you can’t fly. It’s best to click on those lyrics and listen to Connie Francis from way back in ’58 as you read this posting. Gets you in the mood, you know? Besides, many of you weren’t born in 1958 and […]
Feb 13, 2018
Thoughtfulness on Paper
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Yesterday, I got a packet in the mail from the young people at our church’s school. I get one every year about this time, just before Valentine’s Day. It never fails to cheer me. Inside the brown envelope are small, hand-made Valentines. The children have written small notes of encouragement, and they include Bible verses. […]
Feb 11, 2018
Ice and Hibernation
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Only one thing to do on a morning like this–hibernate! We don’t have a major ice storm, just ice on the roads in enough spots to make them slick. At least, most of us won’t be in Darcy and Flora’s predicament: Sleet rattled against the worn boards of the barn, and a […]
