sweaters

Oh joy! Just the other day marked the first day of autumn. I am ready y'all. I have pants and sweaters and hilarious socks that I haven't worn in forever. Just one thing....

Could someone please turn the heat off outside already? Y'all the high temperature is still in the 80's. Not exactly sweater weather.

This is going to be one of those woo-woo [bleep] kinds of posts, so if you don’t like those or if you should be at church anyway, you might want to skip.

Don't you get tired of showering? I do. If I could be a guy, it would be an event rife with utter joy, followed by clean clothes and zipping out the door into the fresh air.

It was with great excitement and enthusiasm that I saw this article in today’s Daily News Journal about how a caring group of women from LaVergne have a knitting group that make sweaters for the needy.

I have used this blog several times in the past to vent about various instances of poor behavior at the gym. The more I perform my obversational research, the more I realize that the local YMCA is a microcosm of interpersonal relationships that can be amplified to generate larger sociological conclusions (Hey … I didn’t go to a science and tech magnet high school and write an honors thesis in college for nothing. I can string big words together).

To recap, here are the po

Something in my soul today longed for winter. The cold, the gloom, the short daylight hours, and sweaters, coats, hats, and scarves. I wanted to skip the fall. Send it to Hawaii on a long vacation. The thing that provoked this feeling was related to an internal climate of cold. The inexorable slide toward mortal thoughts; that preoccupation of decay. It was a visit to Murfreesboro that took me