Heading into the Cone of Uncertainty

better cone

Al Roker summed up my future this morning as he speculated about a hurricane’s ultimate destination.  He called it a Cone of Uncertainty and I know it well.  I live in it along with all the other Baby Boomers who inhabit the planet and get blamed for everything wrong in the world today.

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How many friends do you need?

bad girls

I’m not sure who these people are but I think they might be considered my
oldest (and craziest) friends.

Robin Dunbar, an evolutionary anthropologist in England, has made a study of how many people the average person knows. He and other researchers have found that on average people are connected in a variety of ways to a total of about 148 others.

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Why are we here and when is “now”?

nowI’ve been reading a lot of existential mumbo jumbo while trying to make sense of the ups and downs of this thing called life.

I have a quote hanging over my computer which reads “The two most important days of our lives are the day we were born and the day we figured out why.” I’m still waiting in anticipation for that second day but it just hasn’t happened.  But then, there’s always today…

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The great funk escape


Yeah, right.  Like sour milk. Not that I’m in a funk – not at all.  In fact, I’m in a good space and have been for days since the weatherman promised cooler fallish temperatures this week.

They arrived this morning and I pulled on my walking shoes for the first time since 2013 and set out for a walk.  I even took my walking pole (to look like a purposeful walker). It was still dark so I didn’t bother to primp-up which also insured no bad guys would try to attack – they would likely run the opposite direction..

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Figuring out what it’s all about


It has occurred to me over the last several weeks that I have a large case of arrested development.  I simply don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.  Once again, Netflix to the rescue!

Let me explain.  Over my eight-week incarceration ( the sentence was to eight weeks of extreme boredom for the crime of wearing stilts most of my life), I watched a lot of Netflix since I couldn’t do much else but beg my friends to make Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup runs to Fred’s from time to time.

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