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Sometimes I Really Am An Ent

As regular readers of this blog may be aware, I love the Lord of the Rings trilogy.  Loved the books and loved the movies.  I still read the books from time to time.  And watch the movies over and over again.  But I guess I don’t need to tell any of you that.
One of my [...]

Curling 2010

Four years ago I re-discovered an old acquaintance.  I’m having fun now watching again.
Four years ago I was in the middle of the darkest caves and curling was the only time of day I could breath freely.  Something about the commentary, the rhythm, the pace all combined to give me peace and comfort.

It’s been a [...]

Smaug Makes a Comeback

I’ve felt a general dis-ease with my life for a couple of weeks.  I’ve been in a weird place.
On one hand, I seem to be doing well.  I’ve been laughing.  I’ve been getting things done.  I’ve been eating.  I’ve been sleeping in what are normal patterns for me.  And yet … something was askew.
I finally [...]

Surprised By Grief

About a month ago, BlisteringSheep and BlazingEwe told us about a radio broadcast they’d listened to and I wanted to listen to it. It had been on NPR, so I knew how to find it. I did, and went through the necessary steps to download the podcast. Then I discovered that I [...]

Heidi

I know I’ve been away for a couple of days. It may go on for a few more.
All I can say is that I am feeling a certain empathy with the Alm-Grandfather in Heidi. I understand why he retreated to live alone on the mountain, only to visit the village when he needed [...]

(Un)Conditional Love? (part 2 in my series)

We script life, worship, events, parties, etc. so that when the time comes for a blessing we don’t get the Pledge of Allegiance or something equally messy. Real people misunderstand what is expected and/or asked of them in critical moments and they make mistakes. But here’s the thing … our culture has zero tolerance for mistakes. We have a zero tolerance for reality; for the texture and nuance of human-ness. On the other hand, I do not have enough fingers to count the friends who are taking anti-depressants. Maybe I need to use my toes too.

Pushing My Own Envelope (part 1 in a series)

A while ago my friend, Mr. Bill, and I publicly revealed that we have an agreement. We’ve agreed to always agree. When we don’t agree, well, we’ll disagree to disagree. Then, being a double negative, we’ll actually agree and everything will be all right. So, our agreement to agree works for [...]

On Breathing, Painting and Sweden

I’ve kept reminding myself to breath these last couple of days. Just breath. Just breath.
Smaug rolled again yesterday and snorted. He did it in the most unlikely of places too. Caught me completely unaware. I hate when that happens. I was happily reading blog posts and sipping [...]

Where Am I?

I don’t know.
The grand living room project won’t get finished. It made me angry at about the sixth coat of red. And I got tired. So now it’s waiting for the trim to be painted. I need to finish it.
The whole house is in shambles. It feels as though the [...]

On Painting

You know a wall is seriously thirsty when the first coat of Kilz (supposedly one coat coverage) is not white, but a paler shade of beige when you’re done. It’s covering my fingers better than it’s covering the walls.
This is going to take a while.
That 2 to 1 estimate on time is going to [...]