I woke up this morning, melancholy. I dreamt of going to Dad’s funeral. Again. And as with all dreams, there were many nonsensical moments, weird outfits, and unexpected people showing up. And somewhere, this song came back to me from the far reaches of my memory. Prayer, Lizzie West “Do not stand at my grave and weep I am [...] Full story...
The last few years I’ve had these occasional bouts of “Should I have’s”, mainly with regards to whether I should have gone to college right after high school.
I’ve been reading a fantastically interesting book called “The Code Book: The Science of Secrecy from Ancient Egypt to Quantum Cryptography” by Simon Singh.
My sleep patterns were good and steady, until this past March when Dad died.
I sleep, but I don’t feel rested.
…because I made my first pot roast of the season last night.
If you’d like to recreate this yummy-ness, here’s the recipe:
Ingredients
1 eye of round roast
1 bag of white or red new potatoes
1 bag of baby carrots
2 beef bullion cubes
1/2 to 1 white or yellow onion
Kitchen Bouquet
Montreal Steak Seasoning
2 Bay leaves
I do this in the [.
Dear unknown Angel,
I can say with 100% certainty that neither I or my Mom expected our Tuesday to begin in such a humbling, gracious way.
Which also have no relevance in your present life, except to remind you of how silly we can be about things.
But damn, when I DO ask and you don’t deliver, I will kick your figurative ass.
Take my mortgage holder, National City.
We’ll take a break from my regularly-scheduled whinging to talk about something that really matters: football.
And I mean warped in the nice way. Only this friend would think to send me something this out-of-left-field.
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