Last summer, the herb grew from tiny to medium and produced a few stems for us to pick. The cats loved each offering. Come winter, I expected that would be the end of it. This spring, however, the plant sprouted anew.
Normal means setting the alarm clock. Making the bed. Brewing your own coffee in the morning and cooking your own breakfast, lunch and dinner.
I'd help the environment while whipping myself into shape. I'd save on wear and tear to my car. And, I'd set a good example for my kids by walking the walk and talking the talk (or pedaling the pedal as the case may be). I was surprised I hadn't thought of the grand plan before.
National Friendship Day is Aug. 6, but in my opinion every day should be a day to celebrate friends and the different types of friendships we have in our lives.
When I got home, I set my purchase on the kitchen table and waited. It wasn't long before one of the boys stumbled on the family's newest treasure.
We will never pull him up by the roots or attempt to eradicate his existence. He is growing like a weed and we wouldn't have it any other way.
I'm talking about fishing poles and golf clubs. While not impossible, it is a rarity to find a golfer who enjoys the rigors of fishing and vice versa. If you happen to do both, good for you. But by and large fisherpersons fish and golfers golf. That is the way the world was created.
People in northern climates historically spent long, cold and harsh winters holed up in their homes with no one to talk to but themselves. It was a life of solitude where self-sufficiency was a benefit. They had no choice but to get used to large amounts of silence.
We may not be perfect; we may disagree about politics and other issues, but I feel lucky to live in a place where we are free to disagree. I salute our flag, sing America the Beautiful loud and proud (albeit off-key) and at the end of the day go to bed thankful that I know the reality of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
When they grow up and gain independence the angst is still there, but it doesn't hinge on your actions; it hinges on theirs and that loss of control can be even more terrifying than parenthood itself.