While playing at the park yesterday, Calli found a couple of girls to play with. They were a little bit older, but they quickly worked her in to their play. Their mother and I gave each other the non-committal, slightly weary hello nod customary of adults.
This park has a smaller playground for younger kids, and a larger one for big kids. As the trio of girls crossed from one playground to the other, Calli stopped in front of her playmates’ mother and said, ‘Hi! My name is Calli, and I am your friend!’
The past couple weeks were crazy. (Aren’t they all?) But I did manage to find a little time to sit with the family in front of the magic picture box and catch up on some recent family entertainment. I realize that these reviews are not timely, and everyone saw these films before I did. But that’s not going to stop me from trying to have a conversation about them now…
I had planned on continuing my Sunday Sermons today, but today happens to be my beautiful bride’s birthday, so I’d like to tell you a bit more about her…
Thomas Edison said that Genius is 1% inspiration, and 99% perspiration. My wife is both of these personified. Although, if you look at me and my life, she adds a lot more than 1% inspiration.
For those of you that are just tuning in, or Googled ’spiritual enlightenment’ and somehow wound up here, let me assure you that Sunday Sermons here at Howefitz Blog are anything but sermons. Here I explore matters of the spirit in a way that, I hope, inspires thought within others. I am not here to tell you what to believe, and any viewpoint is welcome…
Imagine for a moment that we are from another planet. Our society has evolved to one of peace and science. Through our progress, however, we have all but destroyed our home planet, reducing it to a mechanized desert wasteland with hardly any organic life.
Twelve days without a blog post is an eternity in Blog Years. I could come up with a million excuses as to why I haven’t sat down and written anything, but that would go against my latest efforts to be a better Dad and Citizen of the Universe. (You can read about those efforts at my post, 21 Days. No Complaints. No Excuses.)
Let’s just say that life happens. Everything is ok, and soon future posts will give hints as to what I’ve been up to. If you follow me on twitter, you probably already have a good idea…
Today’s kids are spoiled. They can have cartoons 24-7, on demand, no questions asked. Here at Howefitz Blog, I’d like to start a tradition of making Saturday morning an event again. Cartoons belong on Saturday morning!
While surfing the worldwide web last night, I came across a review of Muppet King Arthur published by BOOM! Kids Comics. The review was on School Library Journal and was written by Katherine Dacey. I have not read this comic yet, so for those of you that don’t like to read reviews, don’t worry. This is not a review, it is commentary on what was said in a review.
I wouldn’t classify myself as OCD. I’ve never been diagnosed or anything. But I do have a compulsion to, anywhere I go, check out the book and magazine racks. I don’t generally buy anything, I just look at how books are arranged. What are the bestsellers? What genres are adjacent to each other? I suppose it’s the wannabe writer in me doing market research. (Apparently, vampires are HOT right now…)
You awaken in your jammies and stumble over to the television. You heart pace quickens as you prepare for the colorful adventures that await you. It’s Saturday morning, and the cartoons are going to be great.
Of course, today’s kids are spoiled. They can have cartoons 24-7, on demand, no questions asked. Here at Howefitz Blog, I’d like to start a tradition of making Saturday morning an event again. Cartoons belong on Saturday morning!
I remember my first backpacking trip in the Rocky Mountains. I can’t tell you exactly how old I was, but I was a young teen. What I do remember is that it was a new moon when we set up camp near the summit. I had never seen so many stars! I remember looking up and feeling like the Universe was at my fingertips. It also made me feel so very tiny. Who was I compared to THIS? What difference could I possibly make? I quickly realized that yes, the Universe is very large. But so was this mountain, and I had just conquered it, right? I was a part of this wondrous creation, and whatever The Plan was for my being here, I had faith that I would fulfill that destiny.
