The death of an old person is like the burning of a library (supposedly an African proverb)
Posted on February 28, 2011 - Filed Under Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
I really like driving, especially if I am traveling in an area I haven’t seen before. Chalk it up to the wanderlust in my nature. One of the reasons I like to drive is that it gives me time to think (assuming I am alone…there’s no thinking when kids are around). I drove to Baltimore […]
Read More..>>A story worth remembering
Posted on February 22, 2011 - Filed Under Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
Erin told me a story yesterday that is definitely worth writing about. (I am going to hijack it because she has such little time to write.) The kids were napping in their room. Erin heard Wyatt talking; though he does sometimes talk in his sleep, this is usually a good sign that he is awake […]
Read More..>>Deep thoughts about parenting
Posted on February 21, 2011 - Filed Under Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
I am finally getting around to reading a book my mom bought last year for my birthday, Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin. It’s the story of how Mortenson came to build many schools for the children of Pakistan and Afghanistan. So far, it’s a pretty good book. And it’s […]
Read More..>>No clear answer
Posted on February 19, 2011 - Filed Under Uncategorized | 1 Comment
I am in New Jersey for some additional school/training before we head to Japan. This time is only for a little more than three weeks, as opposed to moving to Texas for six months, so Erin and the kids stayed back there.
My time here thus far has not been incredibly exciting or anything. I go […]
Flying sucks
Posted on February 7, 2011 - Filed Under Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
As I write this, I am sitting on a flight from Dallas/Ft. Worth to Philadelphia on my way to New Jersey for some ‘follow-on training’. Yes, more school. Six months of eight hours a day wasn’t enough. Fortunately, this one is only about three weeks; I’ll be home on March 2nd.
I love airports; I hate […]
