Giving Thanks

A lot of people I know, their favorite holiday is Halloween. I guess those are the kinds of circles I run in. I think it’s the costumes and the spooky factors, more than the candy. If it were me, it would be because of the candy. And costumes. And candy.

Then there are the people whose favorite holiday is Christmas. The lights, music, and the good cheer, I suppose. And there is good cheer in there somewhere, hiding behind overcrowded malls and too many crazies out and about all at the same time. Plus, it’s fun to hold loved ones in your heart while you pick out just the right doodads to put a smile on their faces. Continue reading Giving Thanks

A day that changed my mind

I wasn’t really paying attention that day. The flier said to sign up if I wanted to go to some beach. I figured, I was in France to experience everything French, not just Paris, so I signed up. Besides, a little break from the cityscape would be refreshing, even if it was too cold to go for a swim.

My little group of fellow study-abroaders got on the bus, and we chatted about this and that. The lead teacher handed out a flier with an itinerary of what we’d be doing at the beach. … The first stop was a holocaust museum. A little morbid for the beach, but I’ve never been to one before. I probably should go…. but it’s really not my thang. Continue reading A day that changed my mind

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Last night, I had the most brilliant idea about my next blog post. It was a shaft of brilliance within the murk of “I dunno, what do YOU want to do?” It was simple, clear, insightful, and just a little funny. I’m pretty sure there was fresh baked bread and little bunny foo-foo in there somewhere, too.

I thought to myself, “Why is simple so spectacular? Man, this is good stuff! I’d better write it down so I don’t forget. … Nah, who am I kidding? This is so smart, there’s no WAY I could forget this.”

And then dooooown came that famous bitch fairy from the forest, also known as Sleep Deprivation, who clearly didn’t like my attitude, and well, you know the old saying, “Hare today, goon tomorrow.”

I’m not sure who I’m more sorry for: you or me. You, because you never got to know such enlightenment, or me, because I actually forgot it.

Ah, well. Another glittering, glowing gem in the literary firmament has winked its last.

Tune in next week, when you’ll hear Bullwinkle say, “Hey, Rocky. Watch me pull a foo-foo out of my hat!”