How many times have I stood with the refrigerator door open, staring hopelessly, looking for the mayonnaise? Stupidly, I call to the person who isn’t looking in the refrigerator at the moment…
“Honey, where’s the mayo?”
How many times have I stood with the refrigerator door open, staring hopelessly, looking for the mayonnaise? Stupidly, I call to the person who isn’t looking in the refrigerator at the moment…
“Honey, where’s the mayo?”
Will 2013 be a good year?
Last year wasn’t so hot, was it? According to USA Today, the average American will remember 2012 for Sandy Hook Elementary School, Superstorm Sandy, and Jerry Sandusky, just three of their top 10 news stories of 2012.
Most of the top 10 (or all, depending on your perspective) were bad news, and 2012 left us shaking our collective heads. And who didn’t gasp aloud when they first heard about Sandy Hook? Indeed, whether individually, collectively, or vicariously, 2012 brought each of us some measure of sadness or suffering.
Recently, I heard an old interview with Mike Wallace who died last month at age 93. Mr. Wallace had anchored the TV news show 60 minutes for 40 years and the interview made me think of my own mortality.
Lon & Dawn, April 2012 (not exactly young anymore)
I’ll be 49 next month. Not old. Not young. But it occurred to me that at some point, without noticing a change, I did change. I crossed a bridge in my mind without knowing it was there. One one side of the bridge death was so distant that I couldn’t imagine it happening to me. Now, on this side, death is something I can see on a distant horizon.