Happy Memorial Day No blogging today. After many years, I've learned that traffic drops dramatically on holidays, even minor ones like this one, so I take it blogging easy on these days. Regular blogging resumes tomorrow. Have a great day off.
Something for Sunday Morning "We must keep ourselves detached from all we feel or do if we are to travel along his path and live only for God and the duties of the present moment. We must stop all imaginings about the future, keep our attention on what is happening now and not
Friday Brews You Can Use "In 1948 Dallas socialite Margaret “Margarita” Sames wanted a refreshing poolside drink while on vacation in Mexico. Using her favorite liquor, she tested different combinations of tequila, Cointreau and lime until she found the perfect combo of sweet, salty and sour." Find that and
Thursday Thoroughly enjoying: Forgotten Founder, Drunken Prophet: The Life of Luther Martin [http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1933859733?ie=UTF8&tag=thedailyeudem-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=1933859733] Man, as I've mentioned before, Kauffman has one monster vocabulary. * * * * * * * I started this
Wednesday Miscellany Blurb from Drudge [http://www.drudgereport.com/]: "During first 36 days of Katrina, Bush made 7 visits to Gulf Coast. . . So far on Day 36 of BP oil leak, Obama has made 1 visit to disaster area." The president doesn't need to go to a
Tuesday New Socks Max (6) was content Sunday night. He was sitting in front of eight pairs of new socks: four white, four dark blue. Marie said to me, "Look what Max has. New socks." Max was grinning. Marie explained, "He's never gotten new socks before.
Monday Queer Winds Blowing Ahead The spring blitz continued over the weekend. We got a call at 9:00 Friday night, telling us that our son needed to be at a ball diamond sixty minutes away by 7:00 a.m. the next morning. Yuck. I spent all morning Saturday at
Something for Sunday Morning "Without patience our expectation [of the spiritual life] degenerates into wishful thinking. Patience comes from the word 'patior,' which means 'to suffer.' . . . What seems a hindrance becomes a way; what seems an obstacle becomes a door." Henri J.M. Nouwen
Brews You Can Use Hung Morning Small hangover this morning. A client hosted a "dry run" for its new restaurant/bar. Oberon is always good, especially when it's free. I'm paying for it this morning, though. * * * * * * * I'd always wondered about this: "Irish distillers, like their
Thursday Thursday Miscellany I guess we have an Arab Miss America, which is fine with me, but this line from the Detroit Free Press puzzles me: "she is the first open Arab American to win Miss USA [http://www.freep.com/article/20100519/NEWS06/100519068/1001/rss01]." Are there