inching ahead

One inch forward...

two steps back.

Tuesday night was supposed to go something like this: I get home from work, have dinner, leave early for prayer meeting, stop at the local park to see if my soccer site is still available, go to bed around 10.

.

Instead... My son called me out back to show off his new caterpillar friend, so I took pictures. The refrigerator broke, and we shopped in vain for a replacement, then the dog got skunked. I had to skip prayer meeting and never scouted that field. Exhausted, I finally plopped in the sack at midnight. (sigh)

.

I wonder if my Mrs. found a new refrigerator. I wonder whether that caterpillar is still munching leaves or has become bird food. I wonder... zzzzz...

poppa bear

Do I have a Daddy complex? I find myself wanting to act like the poppa even beyond my biological parameters.

I was at the mall on Saturday... Stop!!

Going to the mall on the Saturday before Christmas is ONLY for manly men and people who work retail. If any of you regular shoppers want to haggle, complain, or make exchanges, you must do it on another day.

Anyway, I was at the mall on Saturday, and there was a bunch of people trying to funnel through a skinny space from both sides. You can mindlessly try to all go at the same time, or you can make an attempt to resemble civilized society.

I saw a family who had been trying to get through from the other side, and decided not to separate them, but step aside and wave them through. As the family passed through, some lowlife decided to cut through and push his way past everybody as if we were inanimate obstacles. Hmph!

I wanted to grab this nitwit by the back of his collar and usher him to a corner where he would have to sit in time out and think about what he just did. But I am not his father, and he was not a child, but a man who looked to be in his 30’s. I decided not to make a big deal, but took a mental note of how bad some people can behave.

Five minutes later, it happened again (different idiot) in the same store!