March 6, 2014
On Day #148 I wrote about my broken 2nd metatarsal joint on my right foot. I thought I’d show what I must do every other day or so: I place a mirror on the floor and prop up a LED light next to the mirror to shine on the bottom of my foot. I then scrape at the callous with a rasp. As long as I stay on top of it, I can manage it and keep it from spreading. On March 2nd’s blog I thanked Kmart for my metatarsal. Honestly, it’s time to man-up to what really caused my malady: Me and my big belly.
March 5, 2014
First United Church of Christ
Ash Wednesday begins the amazingly soulful journey through Lent that ends with an empty tomb and a promise fulfilled. Our simple church in our small town is exactly where I want to be.
March 4, 2014
Will this Winter ever end?
It was a pretty evening as I looked out from the church parking lot during the dusk of the day. I wonder if I’ll ever appreciate the beauty of a crisp, cold Winter’s eve… Maybe in June.
March 3, 2014
We could all use a little extra juice… My new job at Lakota has been putting some demands on my tablet, which I use to take notes during classes. This is a little portable energy source I can use to recharge the Nexus’ battery during the day. It is sort of old and, like me, has lost a little of its charge. Still, any little help is welcomed. The “#1″ on it tells you I have two of them.
March 2, 2014
Today is Sunday… which must mean snow! The past five out of six Sundays have dawned with measurable snowfalls. The lady in this little car had her work cut out for her, driving down our street before it was plowed. She made it okay. Hopefully, this will be the last snowy Sunday. The end of the cold weather is finally being forecast for later this week. Can I hear an “Amen?”
March 1, 2014
I went out today to shop for new pants at Kmart. This is a bittersweet place for me. Way back, in 1993, I was the Electronic Manager when this store opened, only then it was a Super Kmart, with a full-service grocery included. As the years passed, the groceries left, the store became a regular Kmart. The bittersweet of this to me is what working for 3 years on a 200,000 sq. ft. slab of concrete did to my feet, especially the right. My 2nd metatarsal is broken which I’ll have to live with for the rest of my life. Thanks, Super K.
February 28, 2014
“You know you’re from a small town when…” you get excited when a local news station runs a story about your neighborhood. If you refer back to Day #25, I wrote about the Tindall Bridge which is located a mile downstream on the Sandusky River. Well, WTOL, the local CBS affiliate, ran a story about flooding on the Sandusky river. Seeing the Tindall Bridge on TV, it made my day.