There is something to be said for familiarity.I enjoy spending time with the folks who come out to the food ministry each weekend. Since we are friends, I will let you in on a little secret: I enjoy the folks who come for the food — talking and laughing, catching up on the week — more than I do with the folks who bring it. For the most part.Living on the street is no joke. When someone is missing, it pricks my heart with concern. I want to know they are okay. When people who haven\’t been around for a…

It will be tomorrow by the time you read this.In the first dream, I was walking in a house or apartment that must have been mine; I did not recognize it but it felt comfortable. I turned and was confronted by a dark figure wearing a skully. I grabbed something that looked like a large pen (or an extra-long vape battery?) and stabbed him in the neck — the soft meat at the collar bone.And then I woke up.In the second dream, I was outside, barefoot, walking across a greenspace to a dilapidated door that was held shut by a…

The crackle, etc., of the Rice Krispies did not wake me.I stayed up far too late.Confession: I could have gone to be earlier but #GameOfThrones, right? I had to see it. But I got a call from one of my adopted sisters who I hadn\’t actually spoken with in over a year, which delayed the mayhem-watching for about three hours.I guess I could stop saying I am an only child since I have been blessed with multiple \’play\’ or adopted siblings over the past almost 50 years. There are several who have been part of my life for nearly all…

I got to talk to Gorta, the puppy, at my volunteer this morning. She has grown in the two weeks since I saw her (I guess she was so chubby before … now it is evident that she is actually a she). I slipped her human mom a Ziplock bag of dog food, for which she was very grateful. The pup wagged her tail as she wandered from person to person, examining toes and shoes. She drank all the water from a large pit bull\’s bowl; I refilled it. I stroked her soft back and she spun around with joy,…

It was 4 am and I was debating the virtues of putting the kettle on or brewing coffee instead.Coffee won, after multiple other activities: hair washing, laundry, starting up the essential oil diffusers, watering the plants, topping off the fish tank, arguing with the cat, and using the shop vac to tidy the garage.All before 5:30 am.And now the lawn is watering, I am prepared to grade a few last papers to close out one of my classes before day\’s end, and I have coffee. If you were to happen by my home at this very moment, you would find…

First, the good part.My church worship team is very good. They have a six-song CD and I have it in slot one in my vehicle. I played it on the way to my appointment this afternoon and by I think it was the second or third song, I was in tears.I was afraid. I was stressed. But the songs on the disk, which are often sung during service, were uplifting and helped point my mind in the right direction — to the place from which my help comes.Now, the not so good part.I finally pulled up my big girl britches…

Warning: if you are prone to getting your britches in a bind when you read stuff that challenges your personal sensibilities, this may not be the post for you.In other news, hey, Monday: how you doin?On my morning walk today, I had an epiphany. It\’s been a while, but this was certainly a great one: what if the Creator of the universe is the real Dr. Seuss?Now, don\’t be nutty. I don\’t mean that the dude who wrote all the kids books is God or anything, but that maybe he had a more spiritual eye that came from the Creator.Now…