Hurricane Florence. Like a massive heat-driven-machine the storm churns the Atlantic sucking up moisture. It’s path along a vector of the Bermudas and the Bahamas is aimed at North and South Carolina. Possibly as a cat 5 storm, water and wind will batter the coastal areas. What we know as civilization, homes, schools, roads,…
A few more photos of the Piñata “contest” at the family pig roast. Its everyone against the pig. No matter how difficult, how tough the pig, perseverance is called for to “bring it down.” Keep swinging! Keep stepping up, and taking your turn with the bat. I captured these additional photos. Enjoy! Life: Never…
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…
I awakened this morning to a lawyer-dream. Dreams come to consciousness as the mind ascends from deep sleep to the boundary of a waking state. Awareness traces the dreams/nightmares that represent our hopes and fears. This is the first lawyer-dream that I remember having. In the dream I visualized the face of my attorney,…
I left the house this morning in gray light. In the course of the short drive to Starbucks my attention was attracted to a fragment of fire in my rear view mirror. The sun. The star at the center of our solar system is a marker of day and night, and of the seasons,…
Sunday morning. Sunday’s a day of reflection, when one dials back one’s engagement, to let the world “just be” to consider where one has come and what it means. Do we not need one day of respite? I think so. Life in ordinary time, the work week, never slows down. The press of events,…
This past Sunday we decided to spend the afternoon reading by the lake that is the center of our subdivision. The lakefront park is a well maintained shady expanse of lawn. The view of the lake in the afternoon sun was splendid. Water sparkled with light, a few children played in the shallow water,…
We attended the Walworth County Fair in Elkhorn Wisconsin yesterday. The first fair to be held on the grounds was in 1851. This is an old fashion farming community fair that continues to be supported by the entire community. I particularly enjoy the sense of history whenever we visit this place. The fair grounds…
We live in a dark time. Anything that can be said is relative to context. I write in a first world country, in relative safety. My circumstances are enviable. So far no drought, no floods, and abundance of food. Today I am gainfully employed. Many others who live elsewhere would happily trade places with…
“Time goes slowly, but time can do so much….,” according to the lyric of the Righteous Brothers anthem Unchained Melody. We are bound to time. When there’s plenty of time ahead of us–we seldom reflect upon times passage. At least that is how I’ve lived my life. Several weeks ago, I decided not to…
