For the record…30% is not usually good.
In baseball, batting .300 is only so-so.
In basketball, hitting 3 out of 10 free throws is not impressive.
In a classroom, 30% is an F. Large-scale F. Like, If the grades went any lower than “F,” you’d get that lower grade kind of failure.
So why, when recording a stack of student-graded quizzes, did I come across a paper with “6/20=30%—Good Job!!” written on it? (more…)
Oh, Yeah, life goes on
Long after the thrill of living is gone…
A singularly depressing and unwholesome song, yet possessing a kernel of truth.
I’ve rambled on before about how theater is kind of a metaphor for life. I think of this again as I prepare for the second-to-last weekend of Treasure Island. (more…)
The hair is red.
The gables are green.
The clothing is Late 19th Century-Eastern-Canadian-hick.
Hey kids—let’s put on a show!
*Note: My family still hasn’t decided what we will do regarding our dietary dilemma. For those of you who are wondering feverishly what we will eat, I must say that I’m flattered…and vaguely disturbed. Rest assured; it will be the subject of a post or two or ten once we figure it all out.
So much for the Public Service Announcement—on with the post!
I fear my barber.
Not the man, so much—he’s a nice guy. I fear what he represents. You see, every time I go to see him, I know that it may be the time. The time when he says, “You know, Michael…you’re getting pretty thin up here…it might be time to try something different.”
Different like… (more…)
Wheat,
Oh Wheat
You’re so much more than just a treat.
You are the core of all I eat.
I wrap bread ‘round a piece of meat,
Or bake a chocolate cake—so sweet.
You make my dining life complete,
Oh Wheat (more…)
I guess you don’t have to call her Cordelia after all.
My girl didn’t get the part. Oh, she got a part. We all did, as it turns out. But she didn’t get the part. (more…)
Note: Sometimes life just isn’t funny.
This isn’t a political blog, nor is it a “What’s new in the news?” blog. It’s a blog about life, and about my struggle to live what Paul called, “A life worthy of the calling you have received.” Still, sometimes things happen in this world that not only need to be addressed, but that directly impact my quest. So we talk about them. (more…)
This time, it’s a family adventure. Of sorts.
If you’ve been reading for a while (bless you) you know that my family has gotten somewhat involved with a local community theater. Carissa and I were part of their production of The Sound of Music, which sucked up our whole summer, and Carissa and Cathy got to be in Miracle on 34th Street, which sucked up our entire holiday season. Alec and Carissa are learning to do tech, and, well, let’s just say the drive to the theater has become quite familiar.
Now cometh Anne of Green Gables, (more…)
You may have noticed that sometimes I get a little scattered.
My writing can be a bit…oh…hodgepodgey. Looking back over the six months since I started this blog, I see that I have written about hiking, braces, car failures, home improvement nightmares, dogs, dates, worship, and my favorite chair, among other bits and bobs.
Sort of a digital stream of consciousness.
I thought it might be time to sort of remind you, and myself, exactly why I’m here. (more…)
Is my family cheap…or are we deep?
Both, I’m thinking.
At gift giving times—birthdays, Christmas, Arbor Day, etc.—my family often opts for presents involving experiences. Not that we aren’t fond of stuff. We love stuff, and judging by the amount we’ve accumulated over the years, stuff loves us. I think it’s just that years of near-poverty and my own phobic response to clutter have rendered us open to more (more…)