Five bucks? Yep. Five bucks. Here is what I’m proposing that has worked well for me in the past when it comes to deciding what entertainment to buy:
- When purchasing entertainment, determine how many hours of fun you’ll get out of that particular entertainment.
- Multiply that number of hours by five bucks.
- Determine if the cost of the entertainment is below that amount. If so, purchase it. If not, consider it more carefully or just walk away.
Continue reading “Five Bucks per Hour for Entertainment”
Alzheimer’s disease is a disorder that is associated with progressive dementia that ultimately terminates in death. What would it be like to lose many if not all of your memories? If you had to rely on notes to yourself to remind you of who you are and what you are about as a person, what would you write down?
I have a hard time with certain memories as it is now. Names and dates tend to leave my brain almost instantly. I can barely remember what I had for breakfast. My short-term memory is just really bad. I’ve learned a lot to help it by using numbers as they are the only thing I’m good at remembering. But if I lost all of my memories and basically had to read a diary every morning, here are a few things I might put in there Continue reading “A Question About Alzheimer’s”
I remember that day when we found out we were pregnant. My wife’s face began shining with light from her heart. Our thoughts instantly went to diapers, cribs, blankets, etc. But after the consumer in us finally gave in to the parents in us, we began thinking again of the child. A girl or a boy? Did it matter? No. It didn’t. We were going to have a child. A wonderful, beautiful gift. We had been married and trying for about 3 or 4 years. This news made those years worth the wait.
Then she was born. Continue reading “I remember…”
On the white sheets lie shades of peach and crimson.
Her brown eyes see tears rolling through the room.
A framed portrait presents a denied future.
Aching, the pale lids close and absorb peace.
The progeny, cheeks wet, quit to another room.
One remains, trembling and daring to defy,
Fingernails dig into the flesh of numb hands.
His mind’s voice screams to the heavens: Continue reading “Cocoon of an Angel”