day twenty four: swimming against the current, or trying not to drown

I have come to realize that dealing with depression is similar to being sucked into a riptide.  No matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you may thrash you are not escaping that way.  The problem with depression is that you can get sucked into a dark and sightless pit of despair before...

Day twenty three: waiting… it never seems to end

Have you ever felt like the minutes in your life serve no greater purpose than to lie in a heap the bottom of an hourglass?  That is how I feel right now.  I'm  waiting to get my cart fixed.I'm waiting to see if an endeavor I started at the beginning of the year bears the...

Day twenty two:Fireworks

A small unprepossessing horse, or so you might believe.  My friends, there you would be sadly mistaken.  Inside the small package is the heart and will of a harness racer.  Even after two broken legs I would not trade him for all the money you could ever pay me.  He will carry me out of...

day twenty one: lessons learned from a pair of glasses

I have always called myself Evil Knievel in a wheelchair,I tried to prove in September of last year.There is a blog post about it if you want the full story  My glasses went flying, miraculously when we found them  they  were not damaged, which is more than I can say for myself.  I bought those...

day twenty one: a new understanding of arranged marriages

Use the phrase arranged marriages and say it in a positive manner and most modern people will gasp in shock and even if they're polite enough not to say out loud most of them will probably be horrified that you would even suggest such an antiquated practice has merit.  I'm not saying that in some...

day twenty: “you seem a decent fellow, I hate to kill you,” or exploring human nature with the help of Yoda, The Princess Bride, and Jason Gideon

For those of you who are unaware, the quote in the blog title is from the 1987 movie The Princess Bride. The line itself was spoken by one of the main characters,Inigo Montoya, a Spaniard whose sole mission in life is to search for the six fingered man who murdered his father in front of...

day nineteen: the mask that is Southern hospitality… or how to be a racist and get away with it

Regular readers of this blog might well remember that I have written a few posts about a dear friend who lives in Turkey.  What you may not realize is that I've have an ongoing disagreement with my grandmother centering around my desire to become fluent in Turkish. Why you may ask  should my grandmother even...

day eighteen: sometimes I think I should just shut up,or why I’m considering a vow of silence

Some people are good at  being single.  They are so confident within themselves that being alone/living alone doesn't seem to bother them at all because fortunately for them they do not view their status as a reflection of their inherent self-worth.  My sister is one of the people who can lay claim to this, there...

Squirrel Appreciation Day

That's right folks... today or yesterday depending on when you read this is/was squirrel appreciation Day.  The day when we have to admit that even though they may eat our strawberries, irritate our dogs beyond belief, and dive bomb our heads with assorted varieties of nuts,they are pretty cute, the pests.