Sunday, and freezing mist has covered pavement with a quarter inch of ice. I will be satisfied with the cup of coffee from the kitchen. The short drive to the Starbucks on 3rd and State in Geneva would be a risk. I appreciate the hot rich astringent cup of Starbucks coffee, and anticipate the…
Yesterday was a day of wind and showers. These days of mid spring are fleeting and I did not want to delay taking pictures of flowers that I noticed in the neighborhood. I did my best given the wind to capture pictures of blooms along a white picket fence around the yard next door. …
Yesterdays rumination touched on the thought that love or the absence of love has to do with what takes place in the space between us. Love is not a substance but our description of a negotiation — of my sense of being, of my identity in juxtaposition with yours, in the relational space that…
Why not start with a song? An incisive, no-nonsense attempt to grasp what matters… Patience by Guns N, Roses 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 Shed a tear ’cause I’m missin’ youI’m still alright to smileGirl, I think about you every day nowWas a time when I wasn’t sureBut you set my mind at…
I remember as child, to have a day off from school, away from the obligation, from the mental work/stress of learning, (the profession of childhood) was a release that filled me with anticipation. The times have changed, as change is the given, — that up-welling of joy remains the same. Our two grand children,…
Today is Sunday. My memory of yesterday is almost featureless. I recognize that is the aftermath of low blood sugar. Diabetics are aware of the condition. The remedy is easy under normal circumstances. Just consume something, fruit, a cookie, anything with sugar. I mention this to highlight how organic our sense of time is,…
I am revisiting passages in The Plague by Albert Camus. I am interested in lynch pin ideas which Camus presents through his characters. In this passage is conversation is held between Rambert, a Paris journalist trapped in plague infested Oran, Dr. Bernard Rieux, the surgeon who is the narrator, and Jean Tarrou, the best…
It is the eighth day of gray overcast here in the Midwest. I anticipate my appointment with the medical technician for a blood draw in about an hour. No breakfast yet, as fasting is required. Will the caffeine in this tall black coffee help? I can’t tell. Where do you turn for a recharge…
The story has no end. More remains to be said. Our daughter in law crossed the finish line in Grant Park in just a little over four hours. At three points on the race course we saw her pass by and shouted her name to recognize her and to cheer her on to the…
There are times when I can hardly believe my good fortune. Yesterday Laura and I traveled a few miles to Kevin and Caryn’s house in Arlington Heights were the annual family pig roast is convened in Kevin’s back-yard. A young pig is slow roasted over a charcoal fire, in the rotisserie cooker. The steel…
