August 12, 2012
What do you get when competitive nerds start tweeting on an introverted Friday night? Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Blog Wars 2012. For the next week, Cory, Kelcie, and I are vying for the title of Most Prolific Blogger. Whoever writes the most posts by next Sunday wins.
August 10, 2012
Life is beautiful. In a world of sunsets and back roads and skyscrapers and movies and fireflies, how can anyone have time to be bored? We forget, and we live as if an 8 to 5 cubicle existence is all we can ask for. Too many of us are weary and disillusioned, when all around us the most shocking and wonderful things happen. Why is this? How can so many, even the young, feel that life is simply something to be endured? What’s gone wrong with our souls?
August 7, 2012
Another near-poetic musing:
What romance so indwells the sunset? Why can I not sit alone on a hillside to watch the sky fade without feeling something missing? The evening breeze and the cricket song receive all the attention they deserve from this lone admirer, so why do they seem to wonder where He is? Perhaps the sky, the painted clouds, and the evening landscape are a bit shy, and prefer not to be my sole focus. So I concede, that I too am wondering where He is. I am, to be honest, a bit annoyed that the crickets brought it up. But, for the moment, it’s just me, and they’ll have to be content.
August 3, 2012
Each night, I go to bed with a 1’4” stuffed bear called Howard. He may appear to be a little stiff, but he fits perfectly in the crook of my arm and is actually rather snuggly. One of his ears is a little smaller than the other, which makes him look just a trifle mischievous, I think. He’s settled into a quiet, dignified look as he’s grown older, his only real sign of age being a small discolored spot on his left ankle. Over the last twenty-some-odd years, a tight bond has formed between Howard and me. Truth be told, I can’t sleep without him.