Many years ago, I asked a friend why he bought the house he did.
“It’s the white picket fence,” he said. “I saw it and fell in love.”
Which is sweet, but, I thought at the time, also stupid. Fortunately for our friendship, I kept my big mouth shut.
However, the reality is — when you make an investment, your emotions need to be kept out of the equation.
In the case of a house — it’s more than an investment. After all, you live in that house. So atmosphere and esthetics are important.
That being said, if a white picket fence is critical to your joy as a home owner — you can always add one to the property. …
I just found out that two people died who didn’t have to.
Because a co-worker had Covid, and decided not to tell anyone.
How do you make that decision?
How selfish do you have to be, to just not care enough to let people know? To not self-quarantine?
We are all fighting a horrible pandemic. Some of us have the luxury to self-isolate. Some do not.
There are essential workers who choose to put their lives on the line for the sake of others. …
I write articles about things that matter to me. That means that sometimes I write about my faith. This has led to occasional confrontations from those who seek to denigrate my faith.
How do I respond?
I ask them to respect me as I respect them.
I never push my faith on anyone.
If I write an article about it — well, you can choose not to read it. Even if you like to read my stuff, there are plenty of articles that don’t mention my faith at all. …
Today I was discussing Christian obedience with a friend. He was having a hard time with the concept. He told me that the thought of blindly obeying anyone, even God, makes him want to rebel. Yet his pastor kept emphasizing that the Bible tells us we must obey.
I told him I understood how he felt.
I pointed out to him that God created us with intelligence and a craving for freedom and independence. If God wanted obedient robots, surely He could have done that. But He didn’t. Instead, He gave us minds.
It’s not wrong to use what God gave us. …
I’ve always gotten along with men. Part of it is that I’ve had a brother, and was close to my uncles. Then, I went to MIT and majored in engineering. For better or worse, most of my colleagues and coworkers have been men.
It’s not that I don’t have close female friends or cherish the special bonds that women create. But my two closest friends are guys.
When I got married, I actually had three close male friends. If I’d had a traditional ceremony, they would have been part of my bridal party. …
I would imagine cupcake bakers might do well under Covid.
After all, who needs a fancy cake to share with friends when you’re not meeting friends? How much cake can you eat by yourself? Don’t answer that…
My Mom turned 80 in 2020. Back in the rosy days of early February, before masks and social distancing became a way of life, I sent out the invites for a special party for her.
After all, 80 is a milestone birthday.
Of course, my mom being my mom, she said she didn’t want anything fancy. Yet I know her. A gathering of friends chatting with her over her favorite food would light up her eyes and bring her great joy. …
Three and a half years ago, my husband left me.
Since then, he’s suggested several times coming back. I’ve told him no. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly hoping for a different result. I’m not insane. Why would I want to repeat a marriage that failed?
That being said, I’m friendly with him. Not intimate or close, but I’ll meet him for coffee or lunch once a month and enjoy it.
Part of this is because we share memories that I don’t share with anyone else.
While there were unhappy parts of our marriage, there were also some really great experiences we shared. …
When I adopted Snowy, he was 6 months old and had never been inside a house, except perhaps for a short period right after he was born. He balked when I tried to lead him indoors. Finally, I picked him up and carried him over the threshold.
He sat in the entry way, cowering. I offered him water and treats. I petted him and murmured kind words. None of it made a difference for probably 20 minutes. He trembled and whined.
Finally, he calmed down and his natural curiosity kicked in. …
I have an 11 month old white German Shepherd names Snowy. I got him when he was 6 months old, as a rescue. He’s my Covid puppy.
This morning, he hit a milestone.
We hiked off-leash in a park filled with majestic trees garbed in autumn splendor. There were LOTS of squirrels.
Snowy’s keen eyes would pick up the distant movement of leaves and he’d be off, charging at the squirrels. Thank God he never catches them. …
My Covid puppy is Snowy. He’s turning 11 months in about 10 days. He’s a handsome fellow, a rather large white German Shepherd.
When I got him, he’d never been inside a house before. He was 6 months old at the time. We had to carry him over the threshold. He proceeded to cower on the tile for a while, despite being offered food, water and treats. Eventually he became curious though and started to explore.
He has been relatively easy to train in many ways. He’s never had an accident in the house. Not one! I was amazed by this. He also learned very quickly not to jump on people. He is gentle with the cat but he still sometimes chases her. …