Bob was a beloved friend and faithful pilgrim. One day recently, the things of earth began to grow strangely dim, and he entered the Land of Beulah . . . .
Category Archives: Meter’s Running (Remember, Time Is Short, Change Can Come Suddenly, and There Are No Mere Mortals)
Fifteen Years On . . . .
This morning, August 20, 2024, finds me fifteen years a quadriplegic. Perhaps ironically named, the Wreckiversary Celebration Fairie has been buzzing-busy preparing the customary breakfast ritual site. Cinnamon rolls baked, iced and at the ready, including a tell-tale cinnamon roll creation signifying 15 years. A lovely sentimentally inscribed bicycle-themed card, and handsomely framed hymnal pageContinue reading “Fifteen Years On . . . .”
2022: Thirteenth “Wreckiversary”
August 20. This morning I read a note from my daughter, recalling correctly that today was an anniversary of my bicycle’s demise. My being astride that two-wheeled rolling steed, when the physics of negative acceleration suddenly took over, only served to further complicate things. Her note remembered and marveled at God’s faithfulness throughout these thirteenContinue reading “2022: Thirteenth “Wreckiversary””
A Thanksgiving Re-Tale, Retold
Thanksgiving 2009 has become the fixed north star on my timeline by which I recall, and in recalling, attempt to measure, weigh, and value God’s immeasurable, infinite and priceless faithfulness to me . . . .
A Thanksgiving Re-Tale, Retold
As the day unfolds in your own Thanksgiving time-space continuum, and as you determinedly brace yourself for too much turkey, you may already be anticipating the butterball leftovers that will stuff your lunchtime “sammiches” tomorrow. It is in the spirit of savory seasonal leftovers that I recycle an already several times told Thanksgiving re-tale. AContinue reading “A Thanksgiving Re-Tale, Retold”
Bicyclists’ “Blackbox”
Wow! Great article with an amazing outcome (apart from the cowardly driver who left the scene). http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/10/23/biking-cameras-_n_6029950.html I was struck 08-20-2009 by a motorist. A Blackbox camera would’ve been a great forensic resource. As it turned out, the guy who hit me stuck around but had embarrassingly meager automobile insurance, so it was my ownContinue reading “Bicyclists’ “Blackbox””
Beloved of God. Ruby Shod.
There was a post come from the Celestial City, with matter of great importance . . . . A one time copy center manager, he’d been asked by a neighbor to print invitations to a special, multi-decades-marking natal celebration. “Why not?” he thought. “Just 25 color prints. A small favor, really.” Plus, it would giveContinue reading “Beloved of God. Ruby Shod.”
Passing This Along . . . Peleton Magazine on Twitter: Sick Skills, Indeed
Watch and marvel. You can understand how I might be a tad envious. PRO skils.#ParisTours via @reddit pic.twitter.com/qcFSgMICR4 — peloton® (@pelotonmagazine) October 16, 2014 To my velo-buddies: Ride rejoicingly (new word?), eyes wide open, head on a swivel (thanks, Coach Shepherd). And wear your helmets!
Three Equal Parts – Redux
Missing my sister, Dianne Irving on the anniversary of her birth. The eldest of Three Equal Parts. https://wheeledwords.wordpress.com/2013/12/22/three-equal-parts-september-2008/. See her on the move . . . http://youtu.be/l-wzir01WtI.
Five Years On
A year ago, on my 4th “Accidentiversary,” and just three days after my daughter’s wedding, I wrote a quick ditty because ditty’s should be quickly written on significant annual occasions. On that day (the written-ditty day), I regretted not having done anything that involved precision event planning, caterered sterno-heated foods, lots of people, happy jocularContinue reading “Five Years On”
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