Original anecdotes, commentary, rumination, and occasional pontification.
JANUARY 2, 2026 – I don’t relish embarking on another anti-Trump bender, but I need a boost of self-generated heat: today’s ski venture (followed by the daily chop-the-ice-off-our-front-steps routine) left me with a mild case of frost-nip. Plus, to be perfectly honest, I’m rather “done with Trump.” Although he’s still an unruly bull rampaging inside …
DECEMBER 31, 2025 – With the close-out of 2025, I’d like to underscore the importance of celebrating the victories, not lamenting the defeats. If you share my politics, you’re likely to call me Pollyannaish, and from one valid perspective, I plead guilty as charged. On the other hand, to stay afloat psychologically in this troubled …
DECEMBER 18, 2025 – Here’s the deal: If you’re lucky, you grow old. But being lucky in that sense isn’t for the faint of heart. The closest analogy to a human being growing old is a motor vehicle growing old. In both cases, the shine of youth fades with time. Parts wear out. Filters need …
DECEMBER 13, 2025 – I knew it was cold—8F—but I hadn’t taken the stiff wind into account. Two weeks had passed since I’d gotten outside for anything that might qualify as exercise. A head cold and other distractions had forced me to into “low profile” mode. On my way home from the MRI on Tuesday …
DECEMBER 11, 2025 – (Cont.) If you read yesterday’s post, you know what happened and the tragedy that didn’t happen—all because of a Christmas tree stand stored in the attic above the garage. Aware of the circumstances plying our household this season, the reader surely understands my reticence—strike that; fear—about venturing up into that forbidding …
DECEMBER 10, 2025 – Hug your loved ones—hug them tight and tell them you love them. Cherish your friends, and be generous with empathy. Embrace everything in life, even when it’s difficult. Over the past 36 hours, I’ve learned that L.I.F.E. is (among other things) an acronym for “Love,” “Irony,” “Friends,” and “Empathy.” I’ve also …
DECEMBER 5, 2025 – For reasons previously divulged in some detail on this blog site, I’m not religious. This doesn’t translate to atheism, mainly because that concept scares me. My fear is paradoxically comforting, though: it’s a sharp reminder that I’m still human, not a piece of digitized machinery run by flawless logic. The day …
SEPTEMBER 4, 2025 – This evening I listened to snippets of the Senate hearing today during which RFK, Jr., Secretary of the Department of Health and Human Services, was grilled by Democrats and Republicans—as well he should be until he resigns or his boss decides to fire him. One can hope. But just as Trump …
AUGUST 18, 2025 – I wouldn’t have it any other way—a week-long visit by our out-of-town two-year-old grandson . . . and his parents. The little one was on hand for his second birthday, and every new word (e.g. “Gosh”) and attempt at a new phrase (e.g. “Geezlouise”) brought us one delight after another. Only …
AUGUST 6, 2025 – These are amazing times, quite apart from all the monkey-business in Washington. I realized this while waiting for a prescription to be filled at the CVS pharmacy inside our local Target store. The order was for a 90-day supply of “OYS-SHELL CAL – VIT D,” one part of the two-pronged remediation …
JULY 27, 2025 – Two days ago I skipped my daily (substantive) post. I was feeling terribly under the weather. With the aid of a single 500 mg Tylenol (equivalent) tablet each of the past two nights and a third today at noon today, I was able to hold discomfort at bay sufficiently to get …
MARCH 25, 2025 – I hadn’t intended for this to be an extension of yesterday’s post, but then again, I hadn’t planned on doing something terribly stupid either. If you’re joining the party late, you’ll need to back up a step and read yesterday’s entry before you proceed any further here . . . . …
MARCH 24, 2025 – I’m writing this with one eye. Correction (so to speak). I’m punching this out with 10 fingers equally divided between my two hands. It’s the vision part of the exercise that’s being managed by one eye—well, primarily one eye. The other eye is covered with a hard plastic protector to block …
JANUARY 8, 2025 – (Cont.) Under the mistaken assumption that life was good, I attempted to reconnect the main part of the Dyson with its long wand and floor brush roller. This action, however, ended nirvana abruptly: When I snapped the wand into its docking station on the combination handle/motor/filter/canister, the bottom of the canister …
NOVEMBER 27, 2024 – We’d just sat down at the dinner table in the Connecticut home of our younger son’s family, when my phone rang. Caller I.D. showed “Allina Health.” I gulped. Our older son had undergone a heart MRI Monday and a PET scan on Tuesday. When scheduling these tests, the primary doctor had …
NOVEMBER 22, 2024 – For me the day was a mad scramble on multiple fronts. Ironically, all was unexpectedly quiet on the most critical front—our oldest son’s health. His PET scan had been scheduled for 12:45, and we’d managed to arrive at the clinic with minutes to spare. After completing the requisite forms, he was …
NOVEMBER 21, 2024 – Today I had to turn inward, away from the public square back to the workbench of my figurative second floor shop with its windows overlooking the public space. Of course, except for a few characters who reside in the public zone every waking moment—engaged in various forms of theater and theatrics—most …
NOVEMBER 19, 2024 – Today, finally, I understood the people who voted for Trump. At least the faction who “couldn’t take it anymore” and voted to burn the place down. Except . . . in my case my wanting to trash the system wasn’t over the price of a gallon of milk or a carton …
NOVEMER 12, 2024 – Life for me has been a huge connect-the-dots project. I’m not sure what the final figure will be once all the dots are connected, but if I were to guess—which I’m about to do—I’d say the final figure will be full of flashbacks, intersections, coincidences, circular side-trips and the inevitable open-ended …
NOVEMBER 9, 2024 – At the personal, conscious level, our mere existence is a really big deal. In fact, it’s bigger than that. It’s everything. From an individual’s point of view, what could matter more than the individual’s existence? Okay, fine. I overstate things a bit or rather, a lot. What matters more than one’s …
OCTOBER 30, 2024 – Today I went to a doctor’s appointment. For the first time in a decade (when my parents were alive), it wasn’t on my own account. The patient was a severely ailing family member, however, and for months my wife and I had been working on getting him to today’s appointment. By …
OCTOBER 1, 2024 – Today in the Heartland fall was in the air, though the sun was bright in a cloudless sky. After reviewing convoluted legal descriptions all morning, I burst out of work mode and embarked on my daily power walk up and down the hills of Little Switzerland. On my second climb to …
SEPTEMBER 26, 2024 – Blogger’s Note: I skipped posting yesterday because I was preoccupied or more precisely, anesthetized, while medical personnel jabbed a foot-long (I might be exaggerating that by a couple of inches) needle into the left side of my pelvis to draw bone marrow samples in a “routine” annual exercise to monitor the presence …
AUGUST 20, 2024 – Today I underwent a P.E.T. scan in the nuclear medicine department of the University of Minnesota’s Sprawling Medical Science and Services Empire (I’m making up the name but not its size or substance). The exercise was what I call “a data generator” in anticipation of my upcoming second annual check-up with …
AUGUST 5, 2024 – As with many a plan that goes awry, its derailment or alternative can often produce a serendipitous result. Having booked a stateroom aboard the R.M.S. Titanic, for example, a couple misses the ship’s departure, and lo and behold, they get to avoid swimming with the icebergs. Or in my largely unremarkable …