My annual Super Bowl crowd was completely prepared for a really boring game. We decided the main event would be the food and barely glanced at the big screen television which droned on annoyingly in the corner of the living room. We weren’t even tempted by the commercials which also seemed flat this year.
Uh, oh. I’m way behind schedule. I have a habit of starting new projects all pumped up and carrying a glowing vision in my mind of what the results will be. Nine times out of ten, I get lured away to the next shiny thing that catches my eye and leave the first project languishing in the cemetery of good intentions.
I remember it as if it were yesterday. On the bitterly cold night of Jan. 22, 1959, Old Main dormitory, a landmark on the Mississippi State campus burst into flames. I learned of the fire upon arriving at my sixth grade class at East Side Elementary. I think everyone in West Point, Mississippi, hopped in their cars and drove over to see the remains.
I’m not feeling very “bloggy” today so I decided to take the easy route to update this typically mindless meandering. This post is definitely not mindless and maybe it will speak to you the way it does to me every day of my life.
After three months of turning my nose up at meat, poultry, seafood ( and sometimes even sugar), the day of reckoning arrived. This week I had an appointment with my “primary care” doctor, and he glanced at his computer to check the results of the dreaded annual blood work.
He looked at me with what seemed shock and awe and I waited for the final shoe to drop. I figured it was time to get my affairs in order – to call the funeral home and decide what to wear for the final dance.