Posted tagged ‘postaday2011’


June 25, 2013

grouchWe sometimes pay our son to do odd jobs around the house and over the weekend, he did the windows so they would be clean on Sunday when our company arrived.  This morning, there was a note on my wallet from Muri reminding me to pay him.  Grumble, grumble.  How much do we usually pay him? I asked her.  Instead of answering, she ran off to see if he’d done her office window.  He didn’t do this window, she said when I caught up with her, and I told him to be sure he did it.   I said, Men don’t like to follow instructions perfectly … and they hate notes.   Just tell me how much we pay him.  Not good.  On the way to the park, I went to Costco.  Some days it seems like every idiot in town shows up at one time and my Inner Curmudgeon was roasting every one of them.  I quickly purchased what I needed, picked up a piece of pizza to have for lunch then continued on to the park.  While I was eating, a man walking a furry little rat-dog let it loose to chase a gaggle of Canada geese that were minding their own business on the shore by the lake.  Of course, if one of the geese had pecked Yappee’s eye out, the owner would have been in the Ranger’s office demanding Goosicide.  Idiot, I shouted, my Inner Curmudgeon just hoping he’d come over.  He didn’t. (more…)


March 24, 2013

YLRP SunnyIf you follow Bud’s Blog, you know that I am on retreat this weekend.   Twice a year, I travel with a group of men to a retreat center in Southern California for a weekend of fellowship, fun and spirituality.  In our diverse group of guys, these can be particularly odd bedfellows, with off-color humor and cigars as common as tears and discussions about God’s will.  But without these retreats, I’d likely still be a reluctant agnostic instead of a believer.  I can identify the specific moment at which the change occurred.  Two years ago, I had reached the point where I’d made the decision to believe in God.  That was no small feat for a man with an Inner Rational Scientist demanding proof.  I would often describe myself as a Recovered Catholic, since I’d left the faith on less than good terms.  While our retreat was at the beautiful San Lorenzo Retreat Center, I’d spent some time one of the Franciscan fathers there, talking about my bitterness toward the church.  He was very compassionate and very helpful but I still felt that Recovered best described my relationship with the religion of my childhood. (more…)

Terrorist Squirrels 2012

October 9, 2012

On Older Eyes – Bud’s Blog, Tuesday has been for two things … the Top Sites Tuesday Meme … and Curmudgeonly Rants.   I’m taking a few days off but I’ve posting a few old favorites.  This rant about some local rodents was first posted back in April of last year.

When you fill your yard with bird feeders, as I do, you are almost certain to attract other creatures.  In our yard, the bunnies sometimes join the quail picking through the seed dropped to the ground by the bluejays.  I don’t mind the bunnies.  I do mind the squirrels who climb the feeder poles to fill their cheeks several times a day.  There are an assortment of squirrel proof feeders available.  One type has a cage with openings too small for squirrels around the outside of the feeder.  I tried one of those and it worked on the squirrels … it also worked on the birds.  Not one would set foot inside the cage.  My brother has one that works by sensing the weight of a squirrel and starting to spin (using an electric motor).  I believe it’s called the Twirl-a-Squirrel. (more…)

Friday Favorites 8/31/2012

August 31, 2012

Last night, instead of working on today’s post in my recliner in front of the TV, I worked on the program for our Thursday Night Men’s Group Retreat, which takes place next weekend.   I am the leader this year which mostly means that I choose the topics and leaders for the six meetings.   Over the years, the programs, which we hand out as people arrive, have become increasingly creative.   So, of course, I have to keep up.  A task like that requires a background movie.  This week, AMC is playing Pretty Woman non-stop in the evenings, and I hate to admit this but I sorta-watched it for the second time in three nights. (more…)

Friday Favorites 5/25/2012

May 25, 2012

If you are a subscriber and this post acted a little strange, I accidentally published it last night before it was finished, so I had to unpublish it.  Sorry.

Muri and I moved to California in 1971.   I was 27 years old.  We told our parents it would only be for a few years … I don’t know if we believed it ourselves but here we are41 years later.   We both liked it here, obviously.  One thing that it took a while to get used to was the pace of change in California.  It seemed as if everything was new and as soon as an area got some mileage on it, redevelopment would begin.  We hadn’t yet discovered picturesque older towns like Laguna Beach and Pasadena.  When we’d travel home to visit family, I loved driving into my home town of East Haven, Connecticut on Main Street where I could count on everything … the library, City Hall, the Old Stone Church, even Holcomb’s Drugstore … being right where I left it.  Then after several years without a visit, I drove into town to find it, too had been redeveloped.  It never seem quite so much my hometown again. (more…)

Friday Favorites 4/27/2012

April 27, 2012

One day this week, Muri answered her cellphone … it was Reed, our seven year-old grandson.  What’s your favorite season, Nana? he asked with no introduction, his Mom coaching him in the background, Say Hi, Nana, How are you?   My favorite season is spring, Muri told him.  Reed asked, What’s Papa’s favorite season?  In relating this story, Muri told me she really didn’t know, so she told him spring … and Reed was, Bye, Nana then gone.  He’s already showing signs of growing up, calling when he has a purpose** instead of just to say, Hi, Nana, what are you doing? (more…)

Three Sixty Five

December 31, 2011

For the three hundred and sixty-fifth day of 2011, I thought I’d do a ramble on the number itself.   Everyone knows, of course, that we celebrate this number because it takes approximately 365 days (365.24219 days to be exact) for the earth to make one orbit around the sun, the left over quarter day being the reason we add on day to the year every fourth year (leap year).  Less well known are leap seconds, which are corrections to Universal Coordinated Time to account for variations in the actual time in a year.  According to Wikipedia, 365 is a semi-prime number.  Semi-prime means that it is the product of two prime numbers (a number divisible by only 1 and itself), that is, 365=5 x 73.   It is also the smallest number with more than one expression as the sum of consecutive squares, that is, 365=132+142 and 365=102+112+122.   If you find yourself mesmerized by such things, you might be interested to know that 365 is a centered-square number and the fifth 38-gonal number, both of which relate to geometric patterns produced using 365 dots. (more…)

Friday Favorites 12/30/2011

December 30, 2011

Last night, sitting in front of the TV half watching a Bowl Game that I could care less about, I meandered through my posts for 2011, looking for a few favorites for Friday Favorites 12/30/2011.   There were some titles I hardly recognized, while others were like forgotten friends.  Thirteen made the list of possible favorites … maybe it’s time to update the Bud’s Favorites page in my sidebar.  It would seem narcissistic to list that many posts here so I’ll just highlight a few. As always, it’s interesting to note that the posts I like aren’t always the most viewed or most commented.   A good example was Creativity and Amy Winehouse, a rumination on art and addiction brought on by the death of the singer.   Often, I like my Spirituality posts because in writing about what I believe, I crystallize that belief … and sometimes, that resonates with others, as in Pragmatic Spirituality, my most recent thoughts on why I choose to believe.   Bud’s Blog wouldn’t be Bud’s Blog without romantic posts like May I Have This Dance, a remembrance of the joys of slow dancing, or Date Drivin, a description of how Muri and I turn the long drive home from Phoenix into a date.   I really liked my curmudgeonly rant on computer customer service in Peggy and Payton V even though it annoyed my sister-in-law, George Ann.  The Jesus Follies, my thoughts on a Broadway musical (The Book of Mormon) that made fun of a religion’s sacred text, was probably my most commented and controversial post of the  year.  My favorite, though, was Dumb Guy Chic, a rant about the portrayal of dumbness as a quintessential male quality in the media. (more…)

You Choose …

December 29, 2011

When I heard Bill Maher’s Christmas Eve Tweet about Tim Tebow, I tucked it away as post-fodder for Thursday.  What could be better for one last curmudgeonly rant for 2011 than an evangelical dumb jock who seems to think he’s being guided by Jesus on the football field versus a snide, pro-atheism comedian looking for some publicity?   But here it is Thursday and my Inner Curmudgeon is yawning, which means you get to hear from me.  The me Muri likes best. (more…)

A Plan of Sorts

December 28, 2011

As the post title says, this is my 362nd post of 2011.   To be honest, it has been a grind, especially during the holidays, and there have been times when inspiration was lacking.   Writing when uninspired has been an interesting experience, though … I haven’t had a chance to go back and assess the roughly 220,000 words I’ve posted but I know the self-imposed pressure to post every day produced some good posts I’d not have written otherwise and some not-so-good ones that simply filled a day.   In trying to keep up I’ve neglected my Blogs I Read list and left most comments here unanswered.   I really appreciate those of you who’ve kept showing up here when I’ve been too busy reciprocate.  In particular, thanks to:

Meleah of Momma Mia Mea Culpa
Terri of These Are Days
Jeni of Down River Drivel
Rick of Stories I Tell My Friends
marjulo of Listen to the sunrise

who have been regular commenters here.  This is starting to sound like an Oscar speech, so I’ll stop. (more…)