We had a great Thanksgiving weekend. All the kids came home, and Saturday they put up my outdoor decorations. Talk about a Christmas present!
Recently, during some time off, I had the life-changing experience of picking my daughter up at school for a whole week.
One by one the Christmas decorations were hung on the tree. The mood was light and the smiles were abundant as each ornament was gingerly removed from its tissue paper wrapping inside the ornament boxes.
Inadvertently, I have become the willing spokesman for the ever silent minority; those land bound, upright homosapiens who care not to revisit the oceans and seas from whence Darwin hypothesized we came.
While columns are typically considered an easy read — meant to give people insight on an issue or another perspective on a topic or just a short escape from everyday life —they’re actually not that easy to write, or at least, they’re not for me.
Playing softball 24/7 is Deidra Whightsil’s kind of weekend.
The first season of shotgun deer hunting is over and the second season starts today. I think the real surprise in statistics is the overall drop in the state’s deer harvest number.
You can just about taste it now.
I always count my change while I’m still in line at the gas station or fast food place or wherever. Today when I did it, I found the cashier gave me an extra dollar, so I gave it back to her. The guy behind me looked at me like I was insane as I walked out the door.
It was later in the evening on a Friday night, and the phone rang. I initially panicked a bit. After all, most of my friends were probably doing what I was doing (nodding out on the couch), and any relative who was calling me at that hour was probably in the midst of a crisis. The newspaper was already off the press, so I knew it wasn’t an office call.