"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
It’s all stuff
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!
Our kitchen is done, and as promised, here’s the evidence.
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.
Friends are sharing kitchen stories with me, and no wonder, since that’s all I seem to have been writing about lately.
It’s been a couple of years since the Southwest Woodfords have assembled in one place. But family gatherings are what Thanksgiving’s for—at least that’s what it’s come to mean for many American families, ours included. Not only are we together, we even proved we can hold still long enough for a group photo.