Thanks a bunch Slipperman!

Two pieces of news from a single phone call just now. My mother’s estate has finally been settled. I’ll be receiving a check for a little more than $82,000 this weekend. Damn, I didn’t want this money. I wanted her to spend it on herself. She refused to touch the principle on any of her…

Ah, the siren call of the well-turned phrase. Who can resist an argument when it is summarized as: The Right to ChooseChoose LifeRight to DieRight to LifePro-lifePro-choiceThe Culture of Life This newest call to arms, “The Culture of Life,” is all the more remarkable because it actually introduces an entirely new word into the vocabulary…

The Professor has finally brought himself almost completely around to a diurnal schedule. He went to bed an hour earlier than I did, and awoke an hour earlier than I did. This is a huge change from just two weeks earlier when his schedule had him going to sleep at six in the morning and…

To recap what had happened previously: · I called our cable representative twice to get cable TV. He never responded to my messages. · About a week and a half after I left the second message, my cable representative called me to say he could save me money by hooking us up to cable television….

Bruce Cockburn on the CD player, pacing the cage. The Socialist makes a point of pronouncing the “ck” in “Cockburn” (it’s properly pronounced Coe-burn). He does it just to annoy me. I suppose I’m cute when I’m annoyed. Never-the-less, I tend to play Cockburn’s music when the Socialist is out teaching, just to avoid getting…

The soothsayers of precipitation foresaw snow, so last night I set the last of the old wood in the fire place. We had a half-cord delivered yesterday, because we were running low, and while it is nicely cured and ready to burn, last year’s wood has gone from good to perfect and seems to take…