Regardless of how frequently I remind myself to stop and smell the roses, more often than not they bloom while I am racing past them at lightning speed, on my way to a play, a concert, a gallery and a street fair.
In My Humble Opinion
Ain’t that the truth. It seems like only a week ago that I still had the heat on, and now…? Air conditioners are humming. Apparently, Mother Nature finally got the memo, and while May was a bit on the chilly side, June has been positively sultry for the last few days.
In the interest of full disclosure, I will admit that I am not wild about birds. Oh, they’re fine up in the trees or flitting about, soaring through the sky overhead, but when they get in my personal space? Different story. Honestly, I have never understood the allure of keeping birds inside and loathe the idea of caging them.
That’s right—I completed another full revolution around the sun over the holiday weekend, but truth be told, it wasn’t exactly a picnic.
For those of you who know me, it will likely come as no surprise to learn that I’m fascinated with the UFO phenomenon. Gifted with a telescope at the age of 10 and with encouragement from my grandfather, I turned my attention skyward and began scanning the heavens for signs of intelligent life on other planets.
The words above can be attributed to any number of things in my world. Photos I’ve taken, concerts I’ve attended, plays that I’ve seen… even columns that I have written, and with nearly 500 of those under my belt for The River Reporter alone, well—they can’t all be winners.
With Mother’s Day fast approaching, it’s only natural that the memories flood my reverie even more than usual and although Mom is no longer here, not a day goes by…
Playwright George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950) once famously declared that “youth is wasted on the young,” and I’ve been known to quote his pithy comment on occasion, but nowadays… I wonder.
Sometimes, both the metaphorical and literal definitions collide, and such was the case this past week as the skies opened and literally soaked the Upper Delaware River region, while simultaneously the downpour of events cascading across the counties commenced, as alluded to last week.
It’s been a while since I participated in an “official” spring break and took the requisite trip to Florida to hang out with friends, get rowdy and party till the sun came up. The very thought of doing that now exhausts me and is a reminder that I might be approaching the autumn of my years, which is a bit unnerving too.