It’s Time…

“All is well that ends well.” ~William Shakespeare~ It’s official. I’m retiring. The sun is setting on forty-four years of work life. It’s time to mosey out the door for good. Last day in the office: September 2, 2020. In exactly six weeks and one day, I shall be free. Free of this work, at last. More thoughts to come in the days and weeks ahead. Just thought you should know… This post has been brought to you by retirementRead more

Musings from the Pod VI: 10 Minutes

“Alas, poor mackerel in a can. I knew it, Ziva, a fish of infinite taste, of most excellent cuisine. It hath borne me on my lips several times, and now, how cherished in my imagination it is! I want to gorge upon it!” “Gibbs, what are you doing?” “I’m filling in for mom, writing for her blog. What do you think?” “No.” “No? I thought I was giving everyone a bit of cat culture.” “By bastardizing Shakespeare?” “How did youRead more

A Blogger’s Soliloquy

Based very loosely on Hamlet’s soliloquy, Act 3, Scene 1 To blog or not to blog, that is an unending question Whether tis nobler with thy fingers type The verbs and pronouns of outrageous silliness, or to flay arms against written emptiness And by doing nothing? To sleep with writer’s block No more, I say, this shall not be an end The heart aches for words in natural ability To consummate a worthy post from flesh Comments to be wished,Read more

Maiden Pilgrimage

Nature never hurries. Atom by atom, little by little she achieves her work. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson~ One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.  ~William Shakespeare~ The poetry of the earth is never dead.  ~John Keats~ I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we only will tune in.  ~George Washington Carver~ On a maiden pilgrimage, down the walking path, on a warm March day, I felt Ralph,Read more

The Cat Hath Mew’d

Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. Harpier cries ’Tis time, ’tis time. ~William Shakespeare~ No, please, not there… But sir, I find faith in stewed prunes! And you are as fat as a… Stick and stones hath not hurt my bones! Hold on, I’m bringing up Google translate… Same to you bub. Peace.Read more