We, like the gray-headed ladies we are becoming played Bingo with a zing. The instructor called out “B-14”!, and if we had the number on our target (only placed out about three yards so we could still read the numbers), we had to shoot inside the appropriate square on an 8 1/2 x 11 sheet of paper. The youngest among us, a girl named Sarah (who is still of child-bearing age but appears to like being with us anyway), was the first to yell, “Bingo!” She’ll obviously be the one to beat.
Please read this Idaho Press article (Mayors baffled by Idaho’s new property tax bill, expect fallout). I’m with Mayor Klinger and so should you be.
Creation fairly screams in the book. The Muse and I are listening. And dancing.
Sometimes you’ve got to go back to go forward. – Tim Cahill
Dad’s answers activated a critically important reward system in my brain, ensuring I’d be a knowledge hunter-gatherer for life. Like pulling the handle on a slot machine and hearing coins tumble, when I asked a question I got an answer. That felt good so I asked another question. Dad innoculated me with curiosity.
This week I did two big things: took a handgun course on Tuesday and quit my job on Thursday. My goal in doing both was to take a leap, do something that intimidated me. Learning to shoot a handgun isn’t all that scary afterall.
