Day #168 The fatality of relapse

I was catching up on my Facebook feed this morning and finally spotted an explanation of why I was seeing a sudden glut of references to Carrie Fisher. I had not realised that her autopsy report had been made public, revealing that she had cocaine, heroin, and ecstasy in her system at the time of her death.…

Day #166 Daddy’s little monster

The world is slowly tilting away from seeing fathers solely as “the head of the family”, “the providers”, or those cold and distant authoritarian disciplinarians to, well… seeing them as fathers, with all the guts and glory that it entails. What does that mean? Well, it means accepting fathers as full partners in this whole…

Day #165 Lesson: Why it’s bad to get eaten at the zoo

^^ Two very important lessons there, kids. 1) Don’t make the animals sick. 2) The zoo has priorities and you are not it. Thanks once again to the Google Awesome algorithm for assembling the video clip without any effort on my part. Yes, those are mud-bathing ostriches in the second video. What’s a scorcher in…

Day #164 Sound the drums!

Featured photo above property of Irish Dragon Boat Association, borrowed here exclusively for the purpose of spreading the gospel of paddle boating. I would have taken my own photo but I wasn’t bringing my phone anywhere near a potential splash zone. Or a potential fall-in-the-water zone.    It’s Wellness Month at work – a corporate…

Day #162 Sing with me, baby

Some of you might recall the unavailability of Hawkeye’s Captain America trousers during my mad rush to locate a superhero costume a few weeks ago. Since then the trousers did eventually get laundered and I put them on Hawkeye today as they were light enough for the weather forecast and were the closest to hand…