Homecoming week at the University of Minnesota is always fun, but it is especially so when the weather is great. This year, last Saturday, was another one of those perfect and special occasions when we had tickets for the football game.
When we actively pursue happiness, anything that makes us feel unhappy can seem like a failure, such as a simple setback or challenging moment. But in reality these things are unavoidable, normal parts of personal growth. Sometimes it’s just easier to feel depressed and trapped by these experiences and let them get the best of us.
Fall is a favorite time of year for many – and I’m right there with them. I haven’t gotten out as much this year as in the past due to my gimpy, shaky and tight left arm and leg, and also the fact I’m awaiting the return of my repaired glasses (which looks to occur tomorrow – and that’s hardly soon enough!). But I have tried to make the most of the times I have gotten out.
As the blackness faded, I noted birds of passage landing in the yard to recalculate. Many birds fly at night and feed during the day. Migration is both perilous and arduous.
Death and taxes.
That’s what your father used to say were the only things in life that you could count on. Neither one was escapable; both were consistent.
That’s how the old saying goes – and I’m sure we can all relate. Recently, it’s been the situation with my glasses.
The cafe was rural. The talk was “cornversation.” The breakfast special was cream of what. I attended a Loafers’ Club Meeting in Salina, Kansas.
Bottled applesauce compared to hot, freshly cooked applesauce is hardly the same thing. When sprinkled lightly with cinnamon and sugar —or just a bit of cinnamon — spoons full of hot applesauce are akin to eating a freshly baked apple pie,
She cares for her little one, making sure the baby is dry, safe and comforted. She feeds her child and tends to him or her, no matter what time of day or night.
A long time ago, I heard on MPR (Minnesota Public Radio) one of the selections in its occasional series, which I think was titled “This I Believe.” This entry that really touched me, and I am sure others, was titled “Always Go to the Funeral.”
People in large cities or on the coasts sometimes call our middle portion of the United States “fly-over country.”
I spent a few months in a hospital as a youngster. Someone gave me a Tweety Bird figure. I’m sad that I don’t remember who gave it to me. It was my favorite toy while I was hospitalized.