Holes

I like holes. Once upon a youthful time, when I was about 12 years old or so, I started digging a hole in the woods. I don’t recall the exact reason I began digging it. I do remember the smooth shisssh sound and the textured vibration of the shovel handle as the spade pierced the soil and red clay. It was mostly red clay. I was too young to understand zen, but I did know that with each small pile… Read More »

Holes

I like holes. Once upon a youthful time, when I was about 12 years old or so, I started digging a hole in the woods. I don’t recall the exact reason I began digging it. I do remember the smooth shisssh sound and the textured vibration of the shovel handle as the spade pierced the soil and red clay. It was mostly red clay. I was too young to understand zen, but I did know that with each small pile… Read More »

My New Year’s decision

Traditionally, today is the day Kim and I decide what we’re going to do for New Year’s. Party or not to party? Interestingly enough, our decision is usually based around our grocery shopping habits. Eventually, we’ll find ourselves standing in front of the wine racks, casing out the champagne. “Do you want to celebrate New Year’s this year?” one of us will ask. “I don’t know. Do you?” “Well, I’m not really into it this year.” “Me either.” “Hey, do… Read More »

The Moravian snob

The other day Kim was talking with one of her friends on the telephone. I was in the next room, playing on the computer, and I got to hear some snippets from her phone conversion: “Yes, I put some cream  of mushroom soup in the crockpot and the chicken tasted great.” “Our cat is losing some weight and I think we need to take her to the vet.” “Oh, Bruce is a Moravian snob.” Whaa??? That got my attention. At… Read More »