What would you do if you saw a brown object the size of a Frisbee moving across the road?
A colleague of mine just came back from a romantic trip to Italy and France with a new lady friend. I boldly asked him if he fell in love. He replied, “What is love?”
There are three phrases that let us know that summer is officially here. “There’s nothing to do.” “I’m bored.” “It’s too hot to do anything.”
Oh Alexa, how did we ever manage without you? “I am not certain of this and have no opinion,” Alexa replies dryly. OK, Alexa, please speak to me in my mother’s voice and give me the weather report. “Judy, it is sunny today with a high of 95 degrees. Wear sunshade.” Thanks Mom, I needed that.
Roe versus Wade. Three little words. Millions of opinions, celebrations, protests, anguish, and jubilation. We have entered a new era, like it or not. Maybe our views, pro or con on the ruling don’t matter as much as our actions, especially in the days ahead.
Shortages. Our new reality. If we could only figure out what is next to be delayed, out of stock or unavailable, it might help us plan our lives. Instead, we have entered the chaotic world of “uncertainty.”
What do you have in common with a goldfish? Evidently more than you could ever imagine. Scientists now claim that the average adult’s attention span is eight seconds. A goldfish? Nine seconds.
Churches. Movie theaters. Shopping centers. Hospitals, Concerts. Schools. We watch with horror the news coverage of mass shootings and then with further disbelief the fall-out of blame, outrage, opinions, accusations, analysis and all manner of political warfare.
Isn’t summer wonderful? So, are we all ready for donning a swimsuit? Hmm … some of us would rather walk a plank with a gang of blood-thirsty pirates behind us and a bunch of sharks with their jaws wide open waiting for us to jump, before going “public” in a bathing suit.
Memorial Day. The beginning of summer, the remembrance of those who have died in this nation’s wars. Flags flying, memorial services, family gatherings, three-day weekends, bagpipes playing… what better way to start off the summer?