I just got my genealogy database back online. I’d been putting it off for ages. There’s always so many other more important things to do. But yesterday was the day. My uncle, Allen Lovelace, died on Sunday. I owed it to him to mark his passing.
If more of us were actually adults instead of over-grown children just pretending to be adults, we could talk about suicide, and have a sustained, reasoned discussion about this very real issue. But I don’t see that happening.
When I saw this article, I immediately thought “Wil Wheaton is right”. I expected there would be plenty of people posting comments about how Wil Wheaton was a spoiled Hollywood celebrity, and belittling artists who expect compensation for their work.
I expect to be around for a while yet, but I don’t see myself reaching a ripe, old age. That kind of sucks when you consider that I already feel like I’m thirty years behind schedule.
Something to put our human struggles into perspective; to paraphrase a comment in the article, those aren’t noisy pixels. Those are freaking stars. If you’re not sure what that means, consider that our sun is a star, and it has planets orbiting it.
I read an article this morning that greatly lifted my spirits. Money is short around here. We work hard and often feel like we’re not getting anywhere. Sometimes it leaves you scratching your head and wondering what it’s all about. Then you read a story about people like Justin Wadsworth and Anton Gafarov. To summarize, after a… Continue reading What We Can Be
I’ve put it off as long as I could, but I have finally been forced to concede that our friend, Sunny, is probably not coming back. I’d rather avoid thinking like that. But in the end, it does a disservice to her memory if I don’t take a moment to acknowledge my debt.
However much I might like to avoid the trouble of doing so, there was really only one way to honor Mama. I decided to make biscuits and gravy.
Somehow making those pies means that Mama is with us, and I don’t miss her as profoundly. She’s with us. And she will always be with us. I love you, Mama. Can you see my pies?
Victoria and I will be heading to Michelle’s in a bit for a Mother’s Day meal. It’s going to be nice to hang out with the girls for a bit. Both of us are thinking about what we’re going to be doing tomorrow morning, though. We’ll be appearing on a local radio show called Connect… Continue reading Connecting The Dots