caveat emptor

Things About Me Numbers Thirty-One And Thirty-Two

31. I installed our new dishwasher this weekend. I sense a disturbing pattern, a change in my "Do It Yourself" habits. My version of "Do It Yourself" used to work like this: Someone would say, "Scott, the dishwasher needs to be installed." I would respond, "Do it yourself." Now that's changing. Before you know it I'll be buying a toolbelt.

32. I've been eschewing the cutting of my hair. Why? I don't know. Maybe it's an early midlife crisis. Here's the thing, though, my hair has gotten curlier with age. It won't grow long. It just keeps getting bigger and bigger. I will not be deterred, however; I will push this to the point of absurdity, and beyond. Besides, it makes me look a little like a fat Jesus.

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P. S. - Here it is from the back. Thanks for stopping by.

Repost: My Biggest Failure

My schedule is off today and I've no time to post. Here is a repost from long ago. It was originally posted here on September 13, 2004. I hope you enjoy it.

My Biggest Failure

In the middle of my back yard there is an enormous oak, more than one hundred feet high. Its lush branches spread out and shade the entire yard and more. It is tall and strong, beautiful and majestic. If you sit at the base of the trunk, where the mighty roots burrow into the soil, and brush aside the collected dead leaves and grass clippings, you will find a plastic bag. Inside you will find an old, tattered copy of The Ancient Oriental Art of Bonsai, and some rusted Bonsai clippers, bent and dulled from use. I finally gave up when I could no longer reach the upper branches. I followed all the instructions completely, and I don’t understand what went wrong. I should cut it down, but I leave it to remind me that we cannot all be good at everything.

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