Spinning. Just Because.

My daughter and I were sitting at the Subway restaurant tucked in the corner of the local Wal-Mart, and I saw a little boy spinning while his parent were checking out.

He was probably in the four-to-five range, and he was just spinning around on the floor.  No reason.

He stopped when he got wobbly, grabbed hold of the shopping cart until he had his balance back, then ran off to his folks.


I couldn’t TELL you the last time I went spinning, just because.  Or bouncing or running or cartwheeling, out of the sheer joy of movement.  But I see children do these sorts of things all the time.

When do we lose that, the exuberance, the vitality, the zest just to MOVE?  And why?  I couldn’t bounce now if I wanted to, but did I lose the ability before the desire, or was it the other way around?

I may have to try it sometime.  I can’t bounce, and I can’t cartwheel, and I’m not supposed to run.  (And running starts hurting quite a lot very quickly.)

But I can still spin.

Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.

Nice Guys. With Jumper Cables

Sorry this post is a little late.  Things have been complicated, but I really COULD have gotten it together in time.

Anyway, let me tell you about finding nice guys.  With jumper cables.

I was picking up my daughter from work, and the scheduling and errands were such that it flowed better to get there a little early and read a book for awhile to wait for her.  Unfortunately it was an overcast day, and I’d turned my headlights on.

And then turned the car off.  And sat and read a book for twenty minutes.  With the headlights on.

Long story short, the car wouldn’t start, because the headlights had drained the battery.  So I found a nice guy.  Who didn’t have jumper cables.  And then a nice lady.  Who didn’t have jumper cables.  And then some nice guys.  Who DID have jumper cables.

Yay!  And so the day was saved.

Hopefully I’ll remember to turn off the headlights next time around.  Or at least remember to keep my jumper cables in the car.

Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.

Take Time For The Sunsets

I didn’t take this picture, but it’s a spectacular sunset at Jump-Off Rock, near where I live.


Some time ago I gave some good advice to a stressed and busy young couple.  It went like this:


  1. Take time for God.
  2. Take time for each other.
  3. Take time for the sunsets.

I’ve given bad advice in my time, but that wasn’t it.  There’s lots of things to be busy and stressed about in the world, but there are moments of beauty as well.


Be watching out for them.  They’re well worth your while.

Hope all’s well, friends, and God bless.  Thanks for reading.

And Yet More Advice…..

—Look both ways before crossing the street.  If you see something coming, stopping would be sensible.

—If you’re having a medical or relational problem, mention it on social media.  You’ll be inundated with wise counsel.  Try all of it.

—If you pull a pen out of a jar and it doesn’t write, stick it back in to try again next time.  It’s good to give things another chance.

—Reading the instructions first is a good idea only if you plan to follow them.

—The two most important things to know for the DIY electrician are a) where the fusebox is and b)when to call for a professional.

—When a small child says he or she needs to go to the bathroom, it’s generally much safer to give the benefit of the doubt.

—You can’t go wrong waving at babies or admiring pets.

—Believe everything you read on the Internet.  Except for this.


Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.


A Visit With A Remarkable Man

I have got to go back and get something recorded.  And there’s not a lot of time.

I visited an elderly acquaintance in a nursing home’s medical center.  We’ve known each other around the theater for several years and, while we’ve had a few fun conversations and I’ve always found him charming, witty, and talented, we’ve never been close.  But I heard that he had been ill, and I had opportunity to go see him, and took it.

He has prostate cancer that has metastasized to the bones.  His mind is quite sharp and he says he’s not in too much discomfort, but he’s not going to get better.  He’s at peace with this.  But the time is short.

He mentioned that it had been his habit for several years to recite “A Visit From St. Nicholas” on Christmas Eve to a tour group he and his wife went with.  Health precluded it this time but he had performed it at the nursing home and the small audience was reportedly very appreciative.

I told him I’d be very honored if he’d do it for me.  And so, for an audience of myself and his wife, this elderly, smiling, frail, wheelchair-bound old actor delivered Clement C. Moore’s classic poem.  And did it brilliantly.

I absolutely have to get him to do that again, and record it.  Jaw dropping.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring……

God bless, friends.

Advice for Red-Nosed Reindeer

  1. When all of the other reindeer laugh and call you names, just remember that they’re really acting out on their own insecurities.  Reindeer can be cruel, and it’s partly their own fear and inability to empathize influencing them.  They don’t mean any real harm by it.  The important thing is that you believe in yourself, and don’t let their insincere insults define who you are.
  2. When they won’t let you play games with them, look on it as an opportunity to develop self-sufficiency in yourself.  Develop some outside interest, work on a skill, exercise.  Better yet, go find someone who needs a friend or some compassionate support and make a difference in their lives.  Don’t waste your energy trying to force yourself in–there will be too much temptation to fake it.
  3. Speaking of which, don’t ever wear a false nose.  God made you beautiful and special.  Embrace it!
  4. If they only love you because of what you can do for them, it’s not real love.  But it’s important to remember to stay true to yourself and your friends, and your true value will shine through.

Oh, and by the way, if you really are “the most famous reindeer of all,” why was it necessary to ask if people recalled you after listing the other eight bucks on the team?  Sounds like a little savvy marketing and promotion to me.  Keep that song writer around.

Hobbling Around

I’m using a crutch.  Strictly speaking, it’s on doctor’s orders.

Practically speaking, I find it helpful.  A cane would be less obtrusive, but it’s not as easy to manage and doesn’t quite give me the desired support.  Plus, a crutch looks temporary and canes look like something you’re going to use permanently.  That’s not an image I want to convey.

My bad knee is acting up.  It’s pretty sore and very unstable–it’ll just give way without warning.  I don’t NEED the crutch, per se.  If I’m paying attention to how I walk and keep the muscles tight I can manage okay.  But the doc says he wants me using it as long as there’s any risk of instability.

I’ve got some physical therapy exercises I’m doing more or less faithfully and I’ll almost certainly have an MRI in the near future to see exactly what’s going on in there.  MRIs are a little tricky to get scheduled this time of year, especially for something not at all life threatening.

It’s not a big deal.  I can do pretty much anything I want to do–it’s more an inconvenience than anything else.  But it generates lots of compassion and interest, and people keep wanting to not let me do things.  I have to sneak around to do the heavy lifting.  Which I’m still entirely capable of, thank you very much; I just have to be careful how I move.

When people ask me about it I tell them “the doctor said I needed more sympathy.”

Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.

Waking Up Early

Happy Thursday, friends!

I won’t exactly say Thursday snuck up on me this week.  It came right after Wednesday, as is its regular custom and habit, and certainly I have no legitimate complaint that I didn’t have fair and reasonable warning that it was coming.

Nonetheless, the past several days have been rather full and it doesn’t seem that there’s been quite enough Henry to go around, and I do believe that under the circumstances Thursday might have given me a little extra notice.  Cleared its throat noisily before showing up, for instance.

In any event, this particular blog post, rather than being written comfortably ahead and scheduled to go live on the mighty World Wide Web on Thursday morning, is being composed in real time.  I woke up at two AM with quite a few things on my mind, one of which was “I didn’t write a blog post.”

I wasn’t too hugely worried about it but, given that I was wide awake, I thought I might as well get up and get a few things done.  One of them being this.

Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.