You get what you wish for. And more. A stitch in time saves nine. Don’t count your chickens before they hatch. And don’t put all your eggs in one basket. Look before you leap. See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. Silence is golden. Give an inch, they’ll take a mile. Don’t […]Read more "IT TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE"
I’m living in Menard. It’s 36 miles west of Mason on the edge of the Hill Country. More West Texas really. Caliche instead of limestone and granite. The San Saba River runs through it. So does Hwy 83 (the Pan American Highway). The river goes west to east. The highway runs north and south. […]Read more "Menard"
Welcome, October. Welcome. Or make that Oktober…with a k. If you’re speaking German. Swedish. Danish. Norwegian. Or Indonesian. No matter how you say it, it’s here. Good ol’ Autumn-leaves-falling-crisp-morning-air-October. Well…sorta. Welcome, Fall. No matter where, it’s the same. Cooler. Colorful. The heart of Fall. The beginning of the decline into Winter. Although for some […]Read more "LET IT FALL"
Thread. Think about it. We thread our way through the crowd. Which can be like threading a needle. Except sometimes that’s harder. Maybe things have been hanging by a thread. And we wait. And wonder. And hope and pray. Or we snap the thread. All of a sudden, break it off. Forget it. […]Read more "DON’T PULL LOOSE THREADS"
O Beautiful. O Morning Star. O bacon frying in the pan. And toast and butter. And scrambled eggs. Or bowls of milk and cereal. Fruit and yogurt. Granola bar. Wake up, sleepyheads. Yawn and stretch. Working men with trucks and trailers. Tools and equipment. Livestock. Linemen. On the move. Early risers. Working women […]Read more "LET IT RAIN"
Beef. It’s what’s for dinner. Or supper. Or lunch. Or dinner. Maybe even breakfast. Where’s the beef? All over town. Beef. From Old French “boef.” According to trusty Webster. Otherwise known as a full-grown ox, cow, bull, or steer. Especially one bred and fattened for meat. One can also beef up a football team. […]Read more "BEEF IT UP"
S. The 19th letter of the English alphabet. From the Greek sigma. A borrowing from the Phoenicians. Think they might want it back some day? And Sigma is the name of the 18th letter of the Greek alphabet. According to trusty Webster. Makes my head Spin. S. September. Around the Square. The “S” word. […]Read more "SUNRISE, SUNSET"