Down on the Farm
Canned laughter. Who does that any more?
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
Our other children
Canned laughter. Who does that any more?
It gets my back up when people say dogs don’t have souls. If we have souls, so do they.
On-on to 2020, dear friends, and another decade of blogging at Paul’s Thing!
You’ve probably noticed a strong turn to the personal here at Paul’s Thing. I’ve been writing about the things that make my life worth living, avoiding commenting on the things that make me wish people were better than they are, that we lived in a happier, more humane world.
I guess you could argue that the advent calendar is religious equivalent of the Festival of Lights, but I want candles too!
Seven days, baby. Have you finished your shopping?
A friend gently hinted I’d gone a bit overboard on Facebook and Instagram with kitchen photos, to which I responded, “Well, if you can’t have fun with social media, what’s it even for? Oh, right … handing your personal information over to faceless corporations to use in targeted advertising.”
When I drove handicapped patients for the Tucson VA Hospital, I had one skinny old guy who took three trips a week to University Medical Center for radiation treatment.