Perhaps the title of this post should be “Hey Dad, Better Late than Never” or “Oops I Missed Father’s Day” or anything else catchy to get me off the hook, given I missed my blog post deadline by a long shot.
There were reasons. Some were even compelling.
You may be tired or you may be weary.
You may feel like you cannot continue to put one foot in front of another.
The truth be told, this occurs more often than you would like to admit.
You are running a proverbial marathon with no end in sight.
We’re a couple of weeks into the 2016 major league baseball season, a sure sign spring has arrived and the “boys of summer” are here to stay for the next six months.
When we are young, declarations flow from our lips without limitation or restraint, like a stream flowing toward greater waters.
“I want to BE a doctor!”
“I want to BE a teacher!
It’s March Madness™ time once again.
For those of you unfamiliar, it’s the time of year when college basketball (in both the men’s and women’s divisions) will crown a winner as sixty-four aspiring teams compete in the annual tournament, with one team ultimately rising above all others to claim the title of National Champion.
The reading of great books has been life changing for me!
Wild at Heart – Discovering the Secret of a Man’s Soul, written by John Eldredge, hit an unsuspecting nerve with men. Published in 2001, it is still widely recommended and in many ways launched a movement which still flourishes today.
Several weeks ago on a semi-mild winter day I set out for a long overdue bike ride, a rare treat given the season and the new demands on my personal schedule.
Since our move last summer to the Lower Central Susquehanna Valley my cycling outings have taken the form of a double-edged sword.
Allow me to explain.
Winter storm Jonas arrived at the perfect time as far as I am concerned.
As we drifted off to sleep last night (Friday) the storm parked itself on our doorstep.
As we awoke this morning, my eyeball estimates tell me fourteen inches of powdery, snow now blankets the ground outside our home.
Children have traveled “over the river and through the woods” to get to Grandma’s house to celebrate the long anticipated day.
The tree is decorated with ornaments and lights reflecting the promise of the season with its soft glow.
The stockings have been hung by the chimney with care in hopes that St. Nick will soon be there.
I don’t know how to describe it.
In a fog.
The gas gauge is on “E”.