The soundtrack of my youth was provided by my mother — a masterful piano player who filled our home with the sound of practice sessions for Sunday church.
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Last week we ran out of dog food.
I’ve come to the conclusion that “getting old” is simply what happens when society stops telling you things.
Recently, I was surprised to see my little niece had brought along a friend when she got in my car.
For about the past six months my father has taken up the hobby of genealogy. I don’t know what sparked this interest all of a sudden, but as a student of history I can appreciate the curiosity of wanting to know where our family came from.
I spent last weekend making some “open shelving” for my kitchen, which, I’m told, is “in” these days, according to the people who “decide” such things. But I didn’t install the shelves because they’re “in,” I installed them because my garbage disposal sprung a leak.
My sister just came back from her Las Vegas vacation and I got a lousy fake poker chip.
You may remember that I whined in June about replacing my Android cellphone with that other fancy phone in order to better do my job. I wasn’t happy.
Perhaps as you’re reading this column, you’ve already had your first sip of coffee today — that eye-opening elixir that you swear boosts your productivity and might be the only reason you can smile during the day. I’m right there in that camp with you. Sometimes all a bad day needs is a good cup of Joe to turn it around.
Right now a space probe is hurtling through a dark, endless cavern. NASA’s New Horizons has just whirred around the farthest planet from our sun in our solar system — Pluto. Images were captured in this brief projectile around the planet and we can see Pluto in ways we’ve never seen before. The planet is so far away, the probe traveled 36,000 miles per hour for almost ten years before it was able to swoop around the planet.