Not every great writer writes a great book. That’s a given. Even Agatha Christie had a couple of truly awful mysteries. (“Elephants Can Remember” stands out as boring, repetitive, definitely an un-Christie-like story.)
But still, it’s always a surprise to hit one of those disappointments, much more so when the disappointments are multiple. Three of the last four bestsellers I’ve read have fit into this category.
A year ago, in an effort to stop me from gnashing my teeth about things I couldn’t change, my doctor took the (extreme) step of forbidding me to engage in politics. Since I live outside the States and can no longer participate directly, this effectively slammed the door on reading about politics, or talking about politics, or even listening to other people talk about politics.
Unlike my previous life, where I was a player, now geography and my physician were forcing me to sit on the sidelines and not… Continue reading
I knew we were going to have snow again. I knew and yet, I hoped that the weather person was wrong. I love an occasional snow. They were rare for me growing up in Texas. But this winter has really been more than I wanted.
I started out taking a few pictures but that wasn’t enough. After being snowed in several days – I live out a bit on a gravel drive that is way more than I would ever shovel – I decided that I… Continue reading
A couple of days after Christmas, I noticed several wild turkeys had invaded from the woods behind my house. They picked at some of the remaining green grass and whatever seeds were on the ground. I wondered if they knew they were no longer the food of choice for the holidays and that it was safe to be out and about again.
The next day, I had to laugh – the pickings must have been good since they brought some friends. I had about 15 wild turkeys wandering about the deck and grassy area. I posted the picture on… Continue reading
The problem is that schedules, like good habits, take a long time to become second nature and are very easily broken. The fallout from a broken schedule can be numbing.
A schedule that is working well is wonderful. It provides structure and focus. The issues arise when life interferes and throws the schedule out-of-whack. An interrupted schedule can lead to self-reproach. Self-reproach can lead to inactivity. Inactivity leads to more self-reproach. This cycle of inactivity and self-reproach is a slippery slope, one that is hard to recover from.