fringe

Posted on by October 7, 2016

I was thinking today that sometimes it seems like every miraculous thing that’s happened to us happens on the fringes of our lives.

Maybe that’s not true.

Maybe it’s not every thing….but maybe it’s a lot of the fantastic?

Maybe it’s the things that we live in that are hard…or random…or hard to explain….that make up the really good and memorable things that happen to us?

I heard someone say that adventure is what happens when your plans fall apart.

We’ve had some big plans….and we’ve had some adventures, too.

I don’t want to live only for the fringes.

I’m glad for the adventure, though.

rush hour

Posted on by October 6, 2016

It’s a jungle out there….and you have to know when to stay off the road.

You could get caught in a traffic jam…..with all the exhaust and noise.

Unless….you’re in a different country and the bulk of the traffic is made up of people pedaling their bicycles.

Rush hour…..in Amsterdam.

What would it be like to live in a community that was so geared towards bicycle usage?

I think that it would be pretty cool.

miracle in the stairwell

Posted on by October 3, 2016

Of course, this isn’t even close to a miracle.

It’s just another machine being fixed in a place you wouldn’t expect would be enough room for a mechanic to do his job.

But….a bicycle is a pretty cool thing.

And it’s really interesting to watch someone getting a bike back “up to speed”.

I have a bike hanging out in the shed that I’m going to do this to soon.

I wonder how long I can have wheels and derailleurs spread around the living room floor?

Maybe I should pick another place to do my restoration?

I’m the only one who knows…..

Posted on by September 30, 2016

content-missing-mark

After playing the game of always writing a daily post….something happened yesterday and I forgot to throw something up here.

1447 consecutive days of sitting down and doing something on the blog, and yesterday, I broke that streak.

Almost 4 solid years of never missing a day….and yesterday, I missed one.

Maybe it will be like running.

When I’m running, a day missed gives me the ability to say, “Oh, well….I missed yesterday, and it’s raining again…..maybe I’ll just skip today, too.”

And then….one day skipped turns into two and then three….and  I’ve got a different kind of streak going.

The thing about it yesterday was that I just forgot.

I sat down and watched a movie.

Before that, I was working in the yard or walking the dog or putting a child to sleep or….

There’s a million excuses and explanations.

It’s easy to end a streak.

Even if you aren’t trying, it’s easy.

And I’m the only one who noticed the whole thing.

Maybe I’ll do three blog posts today and whip myself with some alder branches to make up for missing yesterday’s post?

Nah…

It’s good nobody was keeping score.

Maybe I could get away with missing a bunch of days?

spilling the corn nuts

Posted on by September 28, 2016

I spilled my corn nuts the other day rounding a curve….trying to get to the next mailbox on a really heavy Monday.

That’s rough.

I love those corn nuts.

Love them.

picante-cornnuts

Of course, love is too strong a word.

I do have a strong affection for them.

It’s my morning treat right now, and when I’m feeling a little hypoglycemic, it feels good to get some picante corn nuts in my belly.

So when I spill them, it’s a big deal.

Now I have a bunch of corn nuts on the floor of the Mail Jeep to remind me of my loss.

“My Loss”.

It’s funny how I can hype a non-event into something tragic.

Corn nuts don’t even rank in the big picture.

What’s the big deal about losing some corn nuts?

It’s nothing.

I wonder how many other things I should just gloss over and let pass like so many clouds on a windy day?

Man, though….I love those corn nuts.

What a loss.

 

 

“I just done started digging”

Posted on by September 27, 2016

Norse stuff…..

House stuff…..

If I knew any Norwegian….other than “uffda”….I could tell where this guy was from….maybe…..but, I don’t so I won’t go out on a limb and say that he’s a crazy hippy Norwegian.

Somebody might correct me and say that he’s a crazy hippy Swede, and then where would I be?

The world’s a big place, isn’t it?

Even in our own backyards, the world’s a big place.