An Empty Cup

“There is a hell lot of a difference between a quiet mind and an empty mind.” ~Soshail Akash~ I have a somewhat quiet mind right now. It’s Sunday, as I type. November 3rd. The football game is on mute because our guys aren’t having a good start and I’m trying a little professional sports voodoo. I’ll let you know in a minute if it worked. Having a quiet mind is not easy to do. The thoughts. And the more thoughts.Read more

Three Men and a Cell Phone

At 6:30 am on Sunday morning, the alarm on my cell phone went off. I reached over to where the phone sits on a night stand, picked it up and tapped the “snooze” button. The alarm continued to ring. Then I tried to swipe it silent. Nothing. I tapped the snooze again. Same results. I swear the alarm was getting louder. Panic started to set in. My roommate sleeps one wall over and I didn’t want the alarm to wakeRead more

Adding up the Weekend

I had one of THOSE weekends. The kind of weekend when not doing anything adds up to quite a bit. Therefore, it’s time for Monday morning math. Simple addition. Take one weekend, Saturday and Sunday (two points each). Add in perfect weather that looked like this: Temperatures in the upper 70’s, low humidity, blue skies, a few passing clouds (five points). Include time spent with friends and church community. (Ten points for friends at a birthday/anniversary party and an estimatedRead more

“Where are you going now?”

Mom? Yes Gibbs? Where do you go? What do you mean?  I mean where do you go when you leave here? Many different places, Gibbs. Tell me. I go to work Monday through Friday. Are those the days you get up really early? With you, I’m up early every day.  Very funny. It’s true Mr. 4:00 a.m., but on work days, I don’t come home until after I’ve starved you to death. Ohhhhh…those days! Yes, those days. Where else doRead more

Sunday Rejuvenation

Sunday is as Sunday does A beautiful gift from God above Placid waters and winter’s wheaty grass Wondering if the attempt of warmth will last Sunday is at it rests upon wooden bench While rejuvenation seeks to be quenched Take in the view, smell coming of spring Listen to geese upon their honking wing Sunday is as one day in time It’s cool, calm energy feels sublime A walk along it’s graceful edge Removes the cobwebs from life’s head SundayRead more

Yeah, Why Don’t We?

I was having a conversation with girlfriend Natasha this past weekend while we were running errands, grocery shopping and sitting at the laundromat. She asked the question, “How come we never sit home on a Saturday and watch TV all day?” The answer was something like, “Well…because both of us work full time, so we only have the weekends to get our stuff done – shopping, food prep, laundry. I have church and go visit mom every Sunday and youRead more

One-Liner Wednesday: Smile

“My mom smiled at me. Her smile kind of hugged me.”  ~R.J. Palacio, from the book Wonder~ Mom was very chipper and talkative on Sunday. It was a stark contrast to when she hardly spoke two sentences to me on her birthday. She was tired then, but not this day. Her first question was, “Are you taking me home?” I answered with, “I’m sorry, not today. I have to go home to Appleton and to work tomorrow. Maybe next week.”Read more

Mom, at 98

Today, August 6th, is my mother’s birthday. She turned a whopping 98. I don’t know how she does it. I call her the Face of Resilience, the Energizer Bunny, The Little Engine that Could. She keeps going and going and going and going. Then again, she was more interested in sleeping than talking with her daughter on this momentous occasion. I could only wake her with the allure of food and the cheesecake I brought as a birthday treat. InRead more

Fired from a Cannon

Monday is as Monday does Fired from a cannon with Sunday’s love It begins unobtrusively While snores commence noisily Then the alarm clock rings “Wake up!” the gray cat sings Monday is as Monday does Flying in on the weekend’s love A fresh start, of sorts A new weekday port Sailing into vacation play Or embraced by the office fray Monday is as Monday does Wheeling around on crazy love Calling for black coffee, stat Being a bit of aRead more

What? Again?

I barely had time to breathe during a four-day Memorial weekend, let alone publish a post. But, as I let the chemicals turn gray to a lovely shade of dark mahogany brown, and before I visited mom and spent the beautiful blue-sky afternoon with girlfriends, I found time to begin this rambling story. Natasha said to me on Sunday, “There’s always something to do,” and she’s right. Always. And I wonder how that happens to a single, sans children adultRead more

Why?

Back on April 14th, I wrote about rejoicing in the first bike ride of the season. If you didn’t click on the link to that post, please do so. I only ask that you go look at the photo. Pay attention to where I am standing and the Trestle Trail bridge behind me. I’ll wait. I remember that day, when my biking buddy commented about how wonderful it was to see so many people out on the trail and in theRead more

What’s a Girl to Do?

It’s been a cold, gray and rainy Sunday. Temps are hovering at 34 F with a sturdy 20 mph SSW wind. So, what’s a girl to do with a dreary, lazy, no-reason-to-play day? The answer is clear. Snuggle under the covers and take a long nap. After the human stops taking photos, of course. And after the girl takes a whiff of the boy and urges him to leave her alone. Any other questions?Read more