No more football? On to food . . . Friday, Jan 27 2017 

Except for the boring Senior Bowl and the even more boring NFL Pro Bowl, this weekend is the first football-less weekend since the last week of August.  Years ago, this weekend would have bothered me.fn-logo

But age and patience and moderating taste have given me new interests and a hope for tomorrow when football is gone: Food.

We are avid Food Network and Cooking Channel junkies.  We keep the DVR filled with recordings of Pioneer Woman, The Kitchen, Barefoot Contessa, America’s Test Kitchen, and all the others so that during the long nights of weekday winter, we always have fresh and tasty alternatives to network programming  (especially since football no longer fills those viewing voids).

For the past few years, every weekend is a cookout.  Weather permitting, we cook outside; weather-not-permitting does not exist, because we move the culinary show indoors if the outdoors is inhospitable.  One way or the other, we experiment, we invent, and we eat.  Oh, so well.

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Grilled pork chops with cauliflower rice topped with avocado: One recent weekend’s tasty culinary experiment.

Why do I Run? Saturday, Jan 21 2017 

Because I can.

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This splendid Saturday morning on the local walking/running trail inspired this post.

I remember the first time I had to run a mile.  It was in high school P.E.  We couldn’t believe Coach expected us to do that.  A whole mile? Without stopping?  I remember starting out and thinking I was going to die for the longest time as I chugged out the laps.  Something made me push the pace, too.  I had no idea how I needed to pace myself—-none of us had ever run that far before, and we also feared the embarrassment among adolescent male peers whose still-blooming manhood might have been called in question if anyone pooped out.

The whole time I ran, I thought my chest and lungs were going to burst, but once I finished, though winded, I kinda felt, “Hey, that was cool!”  I think my time was just over  seven minutes, which is a far better time than I have run in my adult life.  That run may have produced my first endorphin rush, though I don’t specifically recall.

Anyway, I’ve been in a runner for most of my life since then, and I’ll keep on running as long as I can, even if running on many days is limited to intervals of walk/run/walk run.  So many of my peers wish they could run:  bad knees, bad backs, bad feet, bad hearts—-age is not a runner’s friend!  So I am blessed.

So with that blessing, as long as I can hold  the debilitating effects of aged bones and joints at bay, I’ll run . . . because I can.

Ping Pong Saturday Monday, Jan 16 2017 

I haven’t played ping pong in almost 40 years until Saturday evening.  I took on granddaughter Payton in a grinding, one-on-one bout that matched youthful exuberance against crafty experience.

I don’t think either youthful exuberance or crafty experience was particularly effective, because sustained volleys were rare.  But we had a few laughs and got some exercise.

Besides, who ever heard of a grandfather beating up on his granddaughter?  Grandkids are always supposed to win.

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Marley’s Breakfast Dance Friday, Jan 13 2017 

Dogs are amazing.  And Marley is the most amazing listening dog we’ve ever had.  He hangs on to every word we say, listening for  key phonic sounds like go, walk, treat.  These words animate his existence!

But every morning early he starts his day with the call for “breakfast,” the favorite two-syllable word in his vocabulary.  As soon as  that word’s sound waves break across the room, he decodes and breaks into his breakfast dance.

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Extremes of the Season: The Highs and Lows of Gulf Coast Winter Saturday, Jan 7 2017 

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This morning’s frigid low, 22: Better inside than out!

Over the holidays in the past weeks, a couple of posts recalled the unseasonable balm of the early winter weather.

What a difference a week makes?

Well, the overnight low New Years Eve a week ago was right at forty degrees warmer than this morning’s bitter   registry of 22.  Brrrrrr.  And the overnight bottom-out tonight will again plummet into the low-twenties, pipe-bursting realm.

But cheerful solace resides in the extended forecast: just three days from now, highs will crawl back into the sixties with mid-to-upper seventies predicted by the following weekend.

So here’s to enduring the short-term deep-freeze, grateful meanwhile  for the cozy comforts of home and hearth.

The Brotherhood (and Sisterhood) of Logos Wednesday, Jan 4 2017 

The following is a transcription of my first hand-written entry in the journal shown in the photo below.

I love the prologue to John’s gospel:

“In the beginning was logos (the Word), and logos (the Word) was God.”

The Greek word for word—-logos—-is divine! (and no wonder, the origiimg_0853nal manuscripts of the New Testament were written in Greek.)

So two young ladies I teach—-sisters—-blessed me with the journal in the photo as a Christmas gift: a repository for logos!  I am truly moved and grateful, as their teacher, that their sensitivity in choosing a gift for me led to the choice of this booklet.

Since I recognize the talents in both of them as young writers with a gift for logos, I believe their choice was intuitive: writer to writer, they recognized my gift for writing because of their own gifts for writing.

May I as their teacher be a worthy and effective steward of this gift of logos!