I was looking through my Tweets (and if you want to follow me on Twitter, click here) searching for things to write about. I found a few I posted under this trending hashtag
- It's not that often that we get a chance to truly be brave, to stand up firmly against all odds to face down a threat or a peril. Most of us will lead our lives in relative peace and comfort without staring down the barrel of a gun or pulling out of the burning wreckage of a horrible accident. As its been said by wiser minds than mine, being braving isn't about not being scared; it's about being scared but doing the right thing anyway.
- It's spring time and rabbits are multiplying like...well, you know. Around our suburban neighborhood, it's really not that big of a deal to see a rabbit and, apparently, humans are not a big deal to rabbits. I've been out and about in my front yard while a rabbit sits there in the middle of the lawn, chewing on my grass. The rabbit doesn't care, sitting there bogarting my own grass in front of me.
- By the way, I like to look for ninja rabbits. More accurately, I like tormenting my daughter Miranda with looking for ninja rabbits.
- Apparently, I have this plan where I'm going to have my daughter put me in a home in the next year or two. Well, why wait? Besides, I like pudding.
- I drop out like a log on either Saturday or Sunday afternoon. I mean, out like a light sleepy time. I'm not sure what's up with that. But it puts me in good form for Olympic level Extreme Napping!
- Sleeping is a weird thing for me. Weekday mornings my alarm goes off at 6:00 AM. I hit the snooze button about a half dozen times before I rise up out of bed at around 7:00 AM. And if I had half a chance, I would fall back into bed again and go straight to sleep.
- On Saturday and Sunday mornings, I wake up at 6:00 AM without benefit of the alarm. And I mean completely awake! Ready to take on the world awake. But I get over that by the time the afternoon naps rolls around.
- Speaking of sleeping, I was having a recurring dream a few weeks back that I was an older man and I was homeless. The weird thing was that it was a nice dream, not the nightmare you might envision. I had a nice box to sleep in and I had a trusty dog named Hartley. (Not sure why the dog was named Hartley.) I'm not saying that being homeless would be an ideal state; it isn't. But it's a bit telling that my idea of peace and contentment is a box and a dog.