Monday, August 30, 2010

When Helping Hurts - a book review


Have you ever wondered why, with all of the efforts to help alleviate poverty, there is even more poverty today than 20 years ago?  In their game-changing book, When Helping Hurts, Corbett & Fikkert help us better understand the problems associated with relief efforts to the poor and offer us us practical solutions to those problems.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Sometimes you just have to laugh


Census Visits Providing Shut-Ins Once-A-Decade Chance For Human Interaction

This video reminds me a lot of my mom and not just because she's also a redhead.   My mom's been widowed for 16 years, and after a couple of injuries from falls, uses a walker and wheelchair and can no longer drive.  Consequently, she's pretty isolated in her house but that's where she wants to be.  Isolated?  No.  In her house?  Yes.  Unfortunately for her, those two things go hand-in-hand.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

I'm an idiot

I'm an idiot.  Sometimes I think folks like me should not be allowed to have computers. Blogger, the platform that I use for this blog, announced a new feature intended to filter out spam in comments.  I thought I was following their instructions when I accidentally deleted almost all of the comments ever made on this blog in nearly 2 years!

Monday, August 23, 2010

No guts, no glory

Along with Heather's parents, Julia and I recently helped our son, Peter, and daughter-in-law, Heather, move to Baton Rouge for Peter to start graduate school at LSU (Louisiana State University, for those of you not from the south). This was no small task, on many levels. For starters, Peter was going to attend a school against who's sports teams he had pulled for years. Their school colors are purple and gold, for crying out loud! Have they no shame? But I digress  . . .

Saturday, August 21, 2010

The twists and turns of life



A couple of weeks ago our son, Zack, and daughter-in-law, Laura, graduated from Florida State University with Masters' degrees in Social Work.  Both of them had been out of college for several years when they returned to school and met on the first day of their graduate programs.  Who knew that an added bonus of returning to school would be that you would find your future spouse there?

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

36 years and counting


This was the photo on the front of the anniversary card that Julia gave to me today.  Pretty much sums it up  . . . she's hot stuff (except that she's hott with 2 t's) and I'm loverboy.  We can dream, can't we?

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

No escape chute delpoyed here

The story of the Jet Blue flight attendant who quit his job in dramatic fashion by deploying the escape chute on the plane after it had stopped at the gate has been all the talk this week.  Judging from the number of people who have applauded his actions, I think its safe to assume that there are a lot of folks who must want to make a dramatic exit from their jobs and are living vicariously through his departure.  Today marks the one year anniversary of my final day at Crossroads Books and Gifts but there was nothing dramatic about it and I didn't deploy the escape chute when I left.

Monday, August 9, 2010

The Journey

I've heard it said that we're all on a journey to the cross.  We may be at different points on the path or even on different paths, but the destination is still the same.  (Lest you think I'm advocating a universalist theology, let me clarify that I'm not, but I digress.)  My journey has taken a few twists and turns in the past few years but that's probably not all that unusual, as journeys go.  Sunday night marked a new turn in the journey for Julia and me.

Friday, August 6, 2010

No good deed goes unpunished

I have a neighbor who is selling her house after renting it out for a while.  Because Mary had moved out of the house last year and into her motor home, she had sold all of her lawn equipment.  I enjoy cutting grass (I know that's weird) so I offered to cut it for her until the house sells.  Her house is just around the corner, has a small yard, and takes me less than an hour to mow.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

A bull named "White Boy"

I saw a news story on a local TV station recently about a family who found that their pet bull had been shot and killed.  The focus of the story was on the needless killing of an animal, of course but there was another detail of the story that I found compelling.  The family that owned the bull was African-American and the bull was named "White Boy", presumably because he was white.