BEDRIDDEN LIFE
Dunkin’, James Joyce, The Dentist, and ‘Can’t Be Bothered’
Or Tweets, let’s be honest
My son Charlie, age five, has taken to chess like a duck to water. He gave his older brother a tough game, and had him stumped at one point. He’s beaten me twice so far. His new thing is to say, “Are you sure you wanna do that?” before taking out one of your pieces. I guess you might call that trash-talking.
Circling back to Nickelback. In the song “Rockstar,” Chad says, “I’m through with standing in line to clubs I’ll never get in. It’s like the bottom of the ninth, and I’m never gonna win.”
But then, his lamenting takes a sudden turn and there comes a sense of optimism in his voice. He goes on to say, “I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs. And a bathroom I can play baseball in.”
What a remarkable change in thinking.
I’ve been on Facebook since 2008. In that time, I’ve not witnessed anyone having a psychotic break. There have been some close ones, of course, but nothing real. I find that remarkable.
It’s not every day your wife and kids come home from vacation and present you with a 2025 Lighthouses calendar, marked down from $16.99 to $10.99. Although, I’m not even fond of lighthouses. Just kidding. Lighthouses…
