Sort of Parenting
Just sort of.
You know you’re getting old when you go to Joann Fabric to buy special glue to repair the bottom of decade-old slippers. That feeling sinks in deeper when you can clearly remember the day you bought said slippers from Alabama Outdoors, and how they were a half-size too small, but they were on sale. They …
I hate printers. I’ve hated printers for decades. They are the failed alchemist of the office. They work busily spitting and sputtering with tiny copper coils and beakers to turn your documents from ones and zeros to something you can hold in your hand. Like the medieval alchemists before them, they generally produce disappointment. Most …
Timehop is an amazing little app, but I sometimes wonder if the ability to have all our pictures at our fingertips doesn’t cheapen things a little. Especially when we’re constantly reminded by what we were doing x number of years ago. I’ve gotten where I don’t check it daily so I can build some surprises …
Few things result in the instant and continuing periodic profanity in an otherwise family household more than a power outage. There is the initial expletive offered in response to the surprise of finding yourself completing whatever task you were in the middle of in darkness. Then, comes the expletive offered upon the realization that you …
It’s been a long few months. That may be the one constant in this entire COVID-19 situation, whether you are staying at home, or working more than ever, or something in between, it’s been a long few months. I am finally at home more, though that is not always all that it is cracked up …
We have developed a new routine for when I get home since I have to leave to go into work every day. I remove my shoes in the garage and leave both them and my lunchbox outside. Then I strip down in the laundry room, put my clothes in the washing machine, hope I remembered …
I was a picky eater as a child, and am still not a big fan of vegetables that are not in the starch family. Franklin takes that further by not really caring for any foods not in the starch family. If we let him, he’d eat a tortilla, Pringle’s, some crackers, and some plain pasta for dinner and be perfectly content.
I imagine this holds true for most professions, but I think lawyers, in particular, find themselves frequently marveling while they do things they never envisioned as a part of ”practicing law.” I found myself in that situation today as I stood in Publix and sent a text message to a local judge that simply said, “Your pickles are on the cheese aisle.”
Well, here we are. I was hoping to avoid spending any real time talking about COVID-19 (which sounds more appropriately dystopian to me than Novel Coronavirus), but here we are. I wanted to avoid it because I didn’t want to make light of something so serious, and I also didn’t want to turn my “humor” blog into a bummer.
A peak behind the curtain When I started this blog two months ago, it was in the final days of my wife’s work trip to Hawaii. At that time it seemed as though I was walking through my dad-life finding every rake to step on, and it seems there’s nothing people enjoy more than watching …
