Christmas was over. New Year's Day came and went. Epiphany came and went. Ash Wednesday came and went, to say nothing of Mardi Gras. The Super Bowl came and went. The first two Sundays in Lent came and went. But in the fullness of time Washington's Birthday arrived, and today -- February 22nd, 2016 -- I finally took down our Nativity scene from the credenza in the entrance hall and packed it away in the garage for another
Hello, my name is Bob and I am a procrastinator. I'm nearly 75 years old and it's time I admitted it.
Confession is good for the soul.
It could have been worse. One year it was mid-March and St. Patrick's Day was looming before I put the Nativity scene away.
In my defense (British, defence), I have had lots of other activities contending for my time, such as:
A. Watching my grandson play baseball. Here he is in the batter's box against Wabash College. [Editor's note. For readers who don't follow baseball, in this particular "at bat" (AB) the "bases were loaded" and my grandson "reached first base" when he was "walked" by the pitcher, and although he didn't get "a hit" (H), he was credited with "a run batted in" (RBI) because his "base on balls" (BB) caused the player on third base to "reach home" and be credited with "a run" (R). Statistics are everything in baseball. --RWP]:
B. Admiring Mrs. RWP's latest creations from her coloring (British, colouring) hobby. Here are four more:
C. Pondering life's really important questions, like "Where are the snows of yesteryear?":
I knew you would understand.
Here's one last look at you know what:
