Actually, it’s more like a cranial crater. I guess that’s what I get for ignoring a cancerous region on my scalp for several years. I’ve been assured that these are just basel (sp?) cells and that I have nothing to worry about. After all, my father and two older brothers have had to have the … Continue reading There’s a hole in my head…
My mother has always been afraid of water. As children, we never went swimming except on very rare occasions. Usually what we called "going swimming" was an afternoon trip to wade in the shallow Rabon Creek. Subsequently, I didn’t learn how to swim when I was young. At 14 I was sent to my oldest … Continue reading “See, here is water.”
We celebrated Cinco de Mayo yesterday at our favorite Mexican restaurant, Monterrey. We ordered our usual two small margaritas, and they brought us out an extra one in celebration. Not being much of a drinker, I battled a tequila-induced headache the rest of the evening. With my throbbing head buried under a pillow, I started … Continue reading Happy “Multi-Cultural Excuse for a Party” Day!
It’s hard to believe May is already here. This academic year has flown by. Along with May comes spring/summer outdoor activities. Greenville now has competing farmer’s markets – one downtown and one at the “official” farmer’s market on Rutherford Road. The “official” one seemed to have much more to offer. The one downtown had a … Continue reading Now Is the Month of Maying
Easter has come and gone, with proclamations of “Christ Has Risen”, despite worldy evidence to the contrary. They say the war is winding down. We’ll see. Actually, there were two Easters. I celebrated Orthodox Easter with the performance of Bach’s St. John Passion with the Greenville Chorale Saturday night. It’s a piece enjoyed more by … Continue reading Easter 2003
It snowed today. Here. In upstate South Carolina. On April 10. I wonder what portents this doth signify. This was Founders Week at Furman, and it was a week for me to wallow in mid-life crises. A couple of my classmates returned to Furman to speak. Karen Foreman spoke at convocation on Wednesday. She at … Continue reading Mid-Life Hits Hard
My sister Glynda called last night to tell me she was bored. Two weeks ago she was in England for an Oxford Round Table discussion, last week she had two Welsh punk rockers staying at her house, Tom Brokow wants to do a story on her school, and next week some guy is bringing race … Continue reading Glynda is bored
I’ve kept several journals over the years. My most thorough was the journal I kept while in Europe one summer. I also kept detailed journals of at least part of our year in Arizona. Every now and then I pull those out, and I’m glad I kept detailed notes, but such documentation takes time. I … Continue reading Why an online journal?