Blowing Wednesday

A mass of dust, world’s momentary slave, Is man, in state of our old Adam made, Soon born to die, soon flourishing to fade (Barnabe Barnes, English Poet) Today is Wednesday.  Again, I am awakened by the blower outside.  A loud, ear shattering, machine running sound.  That’s the leaf blower.  Instead of it sucking the…

Guilty Feet Have Got No Rhythm

“To the heart and mind ignorance is kind. There’s no comfort in the truth pain is all you’ll find.” (George Michael, from Careless Whisper)   “Dad can I go see the dance?” “No you cannot! Dancing is a sin…!” “But Dad… am just going to watch….” “Don’t let me tell you again…!” “Ugggghhhh.” I sighed…