Thanksgiving Day, 2006

Norman Rockwell is not going to like my thanksgiving. You remember the picture. All the people around the table as the turkey is placed on the table. Delight, surprise, all present and accounted for. This year it’s me, Sharon and the dog. Yes, so much to be thankful for, but I’m beating myself up for not springing for the big bucks to get the guys home for Thanksgiving.  I think Sharon should take it easier at Thanksgiving rather than helping three men chow down. So she will get some extra rest. But her soul won’t. Nothing can replace the boys not being home…

iPod as Soul

I thought my iPod was broke. The volume control seemed erratic at times.  I stayed in denial. For one, I didn’t want to take it in for servicing because I listen to it everyday. It’s how I work out. No iPod means getting fat. (Hey, I never said I wasn’t mentally ill). And secondly, I fear the “take-it-in-and-it-still-won’t-work-when-you-get-it-back” thing. Then I am going to get upset. So let’s pretend that it’s not really broke and that what has been happening is a fluke. It will go away. Guess what…