Wishing Well

We played co-ed volleyball with three other couples and all our children are boys. So naturally our team was named Boys-R-Us. While our families have transitioned and we don’t all live in the same community, we’ve maintained our friendship. It started very innocently. A friend put a metal wishing well on a rummage sale. As…

Touch Points

When I was a child, my brother and I stayed with our grandparents on a farm in North Dakota.  There was a small, public swimming pool in the closest town and we would go for a dip when visiting in the summer. On this particular trip, my parents had been away a couple days and…

Names for Friend

It is said that the Eskimos have 40-50 names for different kinds of snow. So why do we have one name for friend? If someone asks if you know a particular person, our answer is something like, “Oh, ya, he’s a friend of mine.” But aren’t they actually – Acquaintance.  Someone you’ve met along the…

Reminders and the #TourdeRob

My brother cut down a cedar tree and sent pictures because the smell reminded him of our grandparents. Years ago they had cedar trees that needed to be taken down. Dad had the trees cut into boards and those were made into clocks, boxes, and other items. Cedar reminds me of my grandparent’s farm. Flower…

Moving

We have recently moved to a new town.  Here are my observations of moving: We have too much stuff. Even though we don’t have kids at home and don’t have extravagant hobbies, we have way too much stuff. A small number of additional hands multiplies the help. It shouldn’t take a move to tell people…