What marks a life well lived? Is it measured in the number of years spent alive? Should we be measured by how much money we made or our professional accomplishments? Maybe our lives are measured by the terms of our religions? Did we attend church regularly and pray every night before we went to sleep? Maybe we measure our lives’ success through what our children do. And what if you don’t have any children then; did you live a life not worthwhile? Maybe our lives are measured in terms of the number of people we helped. Perhaps we simply count the number of people who come to say goodbye at our funerals – the more people, the better a person you were. Continue reading
This month, I thought I’d write one about how to keep growing up. On our free TV the other night, I caught the old movie “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” with Donald Sutherland. The novel originally came out in 1955 and there was a movie the following year. That was before my time, but the remake with Donald Sutherland came out in 1978, the year of my marriage. Continue reading
Just this past weekend, (as I am writing this story), I finished up driving our little red sports car from Sacramento to Phoenix. The car is a 2000 Mazda Miata with still under 30,000 miles on it. Believe it or not, it even still smells like a new car inside. I had burned one of my favorite James Lee Burke audiobooks onto cd and this really helped to keep me alert during the 14 hour drive. For extra company, I had purchased some D cell batteries for my Sirius Sportster ‘boombox’. While I was down in Phoenix, I did get an opportunity to take in a round of golf. I hooked up with a very nice Canadian couple for the round. As I was trying to add to our conversation topics, I was reminded of one of only two of my visits to Canada.
My story blog site is named Growing up on Prytania because most of my informative years were spent on Prytania Avenue in Hamilton, Ohio. The act of ‘growing up’, (at least in my opinion), is all about learning about oneself; learning about your body as well as your inner spiritual self, how others perceive you and then using that knowledge to become a better person. I am well into my 50’s now and last summer Mother Nature tried to teach me something about my 50’s body. I didn’t learn the lesson very well so she gave me a strong slap on the wrist with her ruler the other night. Ok, now she has my attention! Continue reading
All the while growing up as a young boy, I felt I was good at only one single, solitary thing; math and memorization associated with math. My mom claims that as a two year old I could identify every card in a deck of playing cards. I have no memory of this.
My earliest memory of thinking that I was better than most at math goes back to second grade where we played a game in class whereby the teacher would pit us up against each other in a flash card competition. One person would move around class to each individual whereupon the teacher would show a flash card. If the person moving around the class responded, the person would keep moving, onto the next victim. If the person seated answered the math flash card problem first, then that person would get to rise up out of his or her chair to become the new floater. When the floater got to me, I would always win to become the new floater. I never lost and I recall after my moving all the way around the entire class, the teacher would make me sit down so that someone else could take a turn.
Ah….Glory days in the second grade. 🙂 Continue reading
To quote “Sir”
“Marriage is no way of life for the weak, the selfish, or the insecure.”
Once upon a time, there was a boy and a girl who loved each other very much. After several years of dating, they were married. Over time, as will happen with married people, they grew much closer to one another. Now, growing close is a good thing. When done right it can even approach a feeling of sanctity; all is right with the world. On the flip side, growing closer to one another exposes weak spots, the fontanelles of the heart. Continue reading