Posts by Kearth

I saw something quite nice the other day. Something that made me stop and smile. What I saw was not a treasure, although it was probably treasured by at least one of the people involved, if not both. What I saw was not something you could hold in your hands, although it involved holding hands. What I saw was not even an object, although it had an objective. What I saw was someone going out of their way to help someone else. A small...

Most of the time, I don’t like when something comes to an end—an adventure, a good meal, a day celebrating turning another season older with presents and cake and celebration and friends and cake and presents and cake. But when it comes time for the year to end, I always say, “Good riddance, old year.” Well…starting now. It can be good for a year to come to an end. That means it is time for a new year to start. That can mean new...

I learn something new every day. I take that back. I’m not sure I learned anything at all last week. I sleep a lot, and that may explain it—oh, and I had a bad sneezing and itching attack for a couple of days last week—but otherwise, I actually do learn something new every day. Mostly. Today I learned that what I thought was a quite-commonly-used-word-or-actually-a-word-with-a-dash-in-it is different to some people than to others. And...

I had a hilarious thought the other day. Really hilarious. It was about water. I know…you must be thinking that who cares about water and water you doing thinking about water anyway. Wait. I gave away the punchline. See, it was set up as a good joke where I say that I’m thinking, and someone says… Wait. No. I mention the word “water” and someone says, “oh” and then I say… No, that’s not it. I see someone and I ask how they are doing...

I visited a small town the other day, which is quite boring in and of itself, until you hear the rest of the story. As I was walking between buildings down the main road, I heard someone above me yell, “Gardyloo!” I looked up just in time to see a large glob of liquid mess heading my way, tossed out a window from a wooden bucket held by a woman who either didn’t see me and was slinging slop accidentally toward me, or did recognize me,...

I’m back! Ha ha! Here I am again, and this time I remember my good—no, fantastic—idea. Here it is…Are you ready? OK, here it is… You’re not ready. No, you’re not. I can tell. You’re not ready to receive my amazingly fantastic idea in the way that you should—good and proper-like. You’re not. I can wait. . . . No, I can’t. Here it is, my good idea… I call it Baby-Sitting. (I hate to give away the ending so soon but I already built up...