April Showers

I’ve been somewhat dormant for a month or so after an unusual episode of light-headedness sent me to urgent-care and to the cardiologist for a few tests. Heart problems have been a problem on my father’s side of the family, and I thought it prudent to make sure my episode wasn’t some harbinger of doom for me. Long story short, my heart metrics and cholesterol and whatnot all seem to be reasonably healthy—whew! Still no answer for my episode, but it doesn’t seem to be heart related. Now I feel I can get back to normal life.

As I am writing this, the rain has not yet begun to fall outside. Forecast calls for thunderstorms today and tomorrow—at least it is supposed to clear out by Saturday. We managed to plant a few things in the vegetable garden this past week. Cucumber, okra, radish, pepper, tomato, strawberry, eggplant, kohlrabi, and Swiss chard are all in the ground (the latter three we’ve never tried before).

April showers bring May flowers.

How Many Words

how many words

if you were a
person say and
you spent all
your free time
online i’d say

you were a right
expert on the
subject and i’d
try to ask you

how many words
is too many to
bother reading
in a blog post

before giving up

and moving on—
i’ve come across
some long ones is
why i ask (and i’m

trying not to make
the same mistake
in advance)

note to self: need to get back to a consistent writing schedule. . .


Happy New to the Year!

Hello to all, and a happy new year! Was 2015 ever a thing? We’re living in the year 2016 now anyway, and we’re loving it, aren’t we? We’ve got drone-copters and hoverboard-thingys and Google for everything else.

I have no resolutions to share, though I have taken up a bit of computer programming of late. Specifically focused on the python programming language. Early days for me, however, and nothing to show for my efforts as of yet. If you’re interested in some free lessons, by the way, I’m liking codecademy.com (unprovoked plug).

Louisiana had a somewhat warm, rainy ramp-up to Christmastime and then a slightly-chilled overcast new year. Same as it ever was. I’m just now getting a touch of the sniffles, but mostly we survived the new year transition just fine. That’s about all–just wanted the record to show that I am still here. Salut!

""" note_to_self.py """
def rejoinder(mood):
    if mood == "reflective":
        return "make time to look back through old bookmarks and reminiscence about 2015, the year that was."
     elif mood == "forward_looking":
         return "Next time write something like \"look out 2016, here I come!\""
     elif mood == "brazen":
         return "delete browser bookmarks, cache, cookies, passwords, etc. (why not, right?!)"
print("note to self: " + rejoinder("reflective"))

note to self: double-check above code later.

A Metal Sieve


A Metal Sieve

there is a dullness to this world—
this gray-morning-mist-world where
as if in some other reality—
which is the real world—
perhaps in cobalt-blue
an idea storm rages
out beyond the horizon
where i am
unprepared to meet it
a metal sieve
i am a colander where ideas
good and bad go in
and out again too easily—
out into the day untethered

note to self: Catch your breath. You have been here before. Ideas are a dime a dozen.

Roasted Chickpeas


When it’s tasty, who cares if it’s healthy.

Roasted Chickpeas, a.k.a., one of my favorite snacks

1. preheat oven to 450 degrees or so and open a couple cans of chickpeas—drain them (rinse them and drain them for real this time)

2. dry the chickpeas and add them to a baking pan—I use a clean dishcloth to pick them up and dry them by the handful as I transfer them to the pan (unless you live with house-chickens, pick up and discard any that fall to the floor)

3. drizzle the chickpeas with extra virgin olive oil and sprinkle with paprika and salt [add other spices if you wish]—use a spatula to flip and mix and evenly coat all chickpeas evenly (as I already said already)

4. pop the pan into the oven and let it cook for 20 minutes or so (there’s a fine line between crispy and burnt, in my experience, and I usually just give up at the 20 minute mark and opt for barely crispy)

5. eat with a spoon or with your fingers and don’t tell your kids or wife how good roasted chickpeas really are <wink>

note to self: next time don’t disguise a baking method as a recipe . . . just suggest roasting.

Plans Change

Halfway through November I realized I wouldn’t have enough time to finish my write-a-book-in-a-month project. Too many things on my plate (which was, incidentally, the same “problem” I faced at Thanksgiving dinner at my mom’s house only literally). So, like Thanksgiving dinner, I ate what was on my plate and then I changed my plans—I can do that, you see—I wrote what little I could, then moved my deadline forward a month. Now it is a write-a-book-in-two-months project—not a problem.

Forgive yourself for falling short of your goals and give yourself permission to change plans. This is not a complicated concept. (of course, taken to the extreme, you’ll get nothing done; so don’t forget to follow through!)

On the flip side, here’s a goal completed: My forty day coffee fast is complete, and I am free to drink coffee at will once again. This morning I made a cup for my wife as I often do but did not feel the need [or want] to make one for myself, so I did not. I’ll probably have one later this afternoon, after my nap.

Here’s the thing: I’ve got nothing revelatory to share on the experience. I just did normal stuff without drinking coffee. I had a slight headache from lack of caffeine on day two, but otherwise I was unaffected by the whole thing. The biggest thing I’ve got to show for my effort (effort?) is that I accomplished this goal.

But perhaps there is something else gained. Perhaps my body is slightly less stressed out by the affects of caffeine. Perhaps I am slightly better for it—hard to say—I feel the same as before. Will I return to drinking coffee? Yes I will, but not on a regular basis. If for no other reason, I enjoy the taste more when I haven’t had a cup in a while.

note to self: Forgive yourself for falling short of your goals and give yourself permission to change plans.