I’ve never considered myself a materialistic person. I’m fine with a decent, second-hand car, as long as it gets me from point A to point B. I shop at resale shops. I glory over Goodwill bargains. And if I don’t have something, I make do without it until I have cash to buy it or decide I don’t need it.
Umpteen years ago, I entitled a speech--cleverly I thought at the time—”From Adam’s Rib to Women’s Lib.” I provided more details than audiences wanted to know, explaining that with such an expansive title, maybe I wouldn’t wander too far off track. It was admittedly a weak joke, probably not warranting so much as a grin from women who were digging in heels on matters relative to equality.
Experts at Newcastle University have studied a coin from 32 B.C., which on one side bears the image of Cleopatra, and on the other side, Marc Antony. These experts didn’t study the coins for any real historical significance. They just wanted to rate these two historical greats on a scale of one to ten. The results were not pretty.
Communication! There’s not much going on these days. Oh, there is a lot being said but there’s not much being received and understood.
I, as well as most others who string words together, will never be confused with Robert Frost, the poetry genius from whose pen flowed marvelous words about his beloved New England. One of his best--published in the Atlantic Monthly in 1915--was “The Road Not Taken.” Actually, it was intended as a joke to a writer friend.
STEPHENVILLE — Tarleton State University Professor Dr. Tom Tallach has received the College Administrator of the Year Award from the Texas Association for Health, Physical Education, Recreation & Dance (TAHPERD).
I am a Highly Sensitive Person (HSP). Seriously, it’s a thing. Though when I’m in the throes of my HSP-ness, it helps to think of it as Has Some Problems. While everybody else sees life through a lens of relative normalcy, we HSP’s see life through a supersized, NASAgrade microscope.
It’s a maze; like a mouse trying to find cheese. Negotiating the streets of Stephenville is driving me crazy. The way you got there is not the way you go home and mark it off if, by chance, you happen to be in a hurry.
I have had a storm of stuff erupting in my mind lately. Rain does that to me.
afternoon storm a goose quietly drinks from a puddle — lonesome oak a woodpecker shatters the afternoon’s peace .