Good Grief Charlie Brown

Due to a lack of better judgment on my part, I have spent the last 48 hours unable to move off of my couch.  The wife and I spent a very long day tackling a 33 kilometer hike in and out of the Dordogne River valley.  Not having properly prepared for such a feat . . . er . . . feet, I find the very thought of placing shoes upon my aching feet absolute fools game.  The relatively guilt free hiatus from my usual domestic musings has left me some extra time to collect my thoughts and finish a handful of posts that have been in varying stages...

Fish and CHiPs

Ponch and John can kiss my ass.  I had been dreading this day for months and it finally arrived.  On occasion I pick up the morning school run since the wife’s schedule demands some flexibility in this regard.  Returning from such an outing, I found myself preoccupied with the laundry list of tasks that I would have to be completed in shorter order than normal due to this extra hour removed from my day.  So preoccupied was I that I had paid little attention to the posted speed limit when entering a small village just a stone’s...

Sprung: Lord Won’t You Buy Me a MERCEDES-BENZ

Alas, it would seem that Spring has finally. . . well . . . sprung.  Old man Winter has loosened his grip and the warmth of the Sun is breathing life back into the vines.  Those, including myself, who have laid so blissfully dormant throughout these cold weather months are beginning to greet the world with a sleepy yawn.  We have thrown back the sash and the windows now glow with a pleasant yellow hue.  Squinting my eyes to adjust my glad gaze, I am reminded how much I enjoy the turning of the season.  The icy solace...

Ski Poles and Assholes: Living the Griswold Family Vacation

As I write, I find myself coming to grips with a harsh reality.  I’m the asshole.  I had a generous dissertation written out in my head about how the word “tourist” is only a few letters removed from “terrorist” and how skiing is a pastime for self-absorbed assholes.  I was going to carry on about how it is a sport catering to those who have nothing better to do than waste their hard earned money on an overly expensive activity that brings with it not even a modicum of joy when compared with the hours spent queuing up at the lift...

Laryngitis

Somewhere over the last two weeks I seem to have lost my voice, metaphorically speaking.  Whatever the underlying cause, I can’t seem to kick it.  I really want to write, I just can’t bring myself to do so.  Perhaps it is the onset of depression or maybe I have become bored with the project.  Either way, I am receiving a fair bit of heat from my better half over the lack of content since our return from vacation.  It’s not that I don’t have anything to say, it’s just that I feel a recent need to keep to myself. ...