August is a month in which I have accomplished pretty much zero. It’s dumb when you pay nearly a grand for your baby to go to a babysitter, but you still get nothing done because you have to watch your preschooler because his stupid school doesn’t start until like four weeks after every other school…
Fishing
When my father started his naval career, a college graduate in the officer’s program, he made $8,280 per year. Adjusted for inflation, that amount would equal $32,706 today. First year college graduate naval aviators make $28,000 today. When my father went to college, he paid $355 per year to go to a state school. It…
Proof? Or Consequences?
If my internetting skills are remotely up to snuff, there should be a new link over there to your right for a new blog by an old friend: Proof or Consequences. This friend is an actual writer by trade, having just completed 999,999 steps out of 1,000,000 towards her MA degree in communication (the millionth…
On Being Three Years Old (and Living With Such a Creature)
Three is . . . difficult. Three is anticipating the end of the Sesame Street episode about ten minutes before it comes, and asking incessantly, again and again, if he can watch another one? Can I watch another again? Can I watch another? Pweeese? Pweese pweese?? Mama? Three is demanding to put his own shoes…
My Sons’ Hometown
Take a United States map. Place your index finger at the tip of Florida, and then, moving northerly and to the west, trace the Gulf-side border of the state. You’ll trail your pointer finger along a series of coastal cities: Naples, Cape Coral, Sarasota (a place to which I once seriously considered moving, before settling…