I got more than I bargained for when I asked my next-door-neighbor for help the other day.
There’s no feeling quite like that of unmerited grace.
Say, fer instance, hearing your name called as the prize winner in a skills contest…when you know for certain you’re simply not all that skillful.
The ‘gimmes’ flowed freely in my foursome at the golf league the other night.
A second cousin’s wedding provided the chance for a little extra quality time yesterday with my (slightly) elder brother.
Dust flew yesterday at Mom’s place, and I was secretly grateful for the airborne irritants.
Next time, I’ll know better: Don’t trust the iPhone camera to adequately capture a once-in-a-lifetime event.
More and more often these days, I notice that I feel like a stranger in my own country.
Word came yesterday that there’s a signed contract to sell Mom’s house. A few contingencies still to be met, sure: But it appears this deal is just about done…putting the wraps on the search for a buyer that began well over a year ago.
The news wasn’t entirely good in my estimation.