I saw a greeting card that said Sawdust is Glitter for Men. It was a little too sparkly for the intended male recipients.
I saw a tattoo on a man’s arm and at first glance it appeared to be a photo-realistic drawing of a raccoon. I never got a second glance.
I don’t often eat potato chips, but I got a sandwich in the airport and decided a bag of chips would be just the thing to go with it. Better than a cookie, I guess. I was intrigued by the spicy pickle flavor. They were more spicy than pickle, but eating them while driving a rental car through Atlanta was the right flavor profile for the moment.
I am not a Cracker Barrel customer, so it is no surprise that their billboards do not appeal to me. But I really don’t know who reads one that says Chicken N Yumplins and that causes them to pull off the highway to get some.
I like to pack light when I travel. For an overnight trip I wore a running shirt and my running socks, so they didn’t take up any room in my small suitcase. I slept in both of those, so in the morning I just had to pull on my shorts and lace up my running shoes and I was ready for my run.
There are times in your life – in new jobs, in new relationships – that start to feel like turning points. Whether it feels like living in the present without an eye to what’s next, or just a transition from the new to the normal, there is a sense of an upcoming change, a break or an edge. Things start to matter more. There are ramifications to decisions, to words, to actions. It is a magical time because it helps shape the future. The real future.
My daughter is graduating high school. She is my younger child, so every thing that happens related to her high school experience is the last one for me. It is time for the senior assembly. I don’t always know if these things are important to her. Sometimes they are and sometimes they’re not. She’s not getting any awards, but as she said, she is a senior. It is important to here and I will be there.
This is not an original thought, nor a timely one, but there were several instances on the streets of New York where I thought someone was talking to me and they were on the phone. This has been a trend for many years – from the days of connecting a Jabba bluetooth ear piece to your Razor phone – but it happen enough times that I wanted to mention it. When I was growing up in New York the only people on the street talking to themselves were the homeless.
Looking across the river at Manhattan I see the iconic buildings of the skyline peeking out from behind the clouds.