Pooh Bear – Gratitude Rant #18

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“Christopher Robin was going away. Nobody knew why he was going; Nobody knew where he was going; indeed, nobody even knew why he knew that Christopher Robin was going away. But somehow or other everybody in the Forest felt that it was happening at last…”

I read those words to my little girl this evening, as she lay cuddled on my lap, wrapped in a fuzzy warm blanket.

It was such a peaceful, yet poignant moment. Especially for a sentimental Dad.

Y’see, for the last several weeks, we’ve been reading through the original Winnie The Pooh books — the ones written by A.A. Milne clear back in the 1920s. And each night, after she’s finished cleaning up her toys, changing into her jammies, and brushing her teeth, my little girl and I have a standing “date” in the ugly orange recliner.

She brings me the blanket, and I get the book down off the shelf, and together we enjoy a 20 or 30 minute retreat into the Hundred Acre Wood. Continue reading “Pooh Bear – Gratitude Rant #18”

Bath Night – Gratitude Rant #17

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Y’know, it’s kinda funny how these Gratitude Rants just sort of happen each day.

It’s like they take on a life of their own.

There are times, like today, when I’ll notice a particular blessing in the morning. Usually something that really touches me. And I’ll go through the whole day, totally psyched to write a rant about it later — and then somehow, about 5 minutes before I sit down to actually type it out, something else comes swooping in and totally steals the thunder from the original topic.

That seems to happen at least a handful of times throughout the month, and it just barely happened again tonight.

Y’see, I was super excited to rant about miseryContinue reading “Bath Night – Gratitude Rant #17”

My Pillow – Gratitude Rant #16

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I love my pillow.

It’s just the right size. It’s just the right shape. Not too hard. Not too soft. And with its flannel, pheasant-pattern pillowcase, you couldn’t ask for anything more manly.

At the end of a long, stressful day, my pillow is always there, always waiting. It calls to me, inviting me to drop my load — at least for a few hours — and rest.

And y’know, that’s exactly where I’m headed.

Is this post a cop-out?

I hope not.

Because from the very bottom of my heart, today (and every day), I am GRATEFUL for my pillow!

Good Night, y’all…

A Thrift Store Huffy – Gratitude Rant #15

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It’s gonna work this time, I just know it…

With my eyes completely riveted to my computer monitor, I leaned forward, crossed my fingers with on one hand, and hit Ctrl + Enter with the other.

A split-second later, this flashed up my screen:

[42703] ERROR: column "d_table.column" must appear in the GROUP BY clause or be used in an aggregate function
[2018-11-15 16:27:15] Position: 285

GAH! Piece o’ junk!

Shaking my head, I slouched back down in my seat, and glared at my computer.

Well maybe if it tried this

I quickly tried “this”, fingers clickety-clacking on the keyboard just as fast as I could manage. And then, once again, I held my breath and hit Ctrl + Enter.

My screen flashed for a moment — and then:

[08001] ERROR: Invalid Parameters
[2018-11-15 16:29:37] Where: PL/pgSQL function my_stored_procedure(timestamp without time zone,timestamp without time zone,integer) line 6 at RAISE

I slumped backwards, burying my face in my hands.

Sometimes I really hate PostgreSQL! Continue reading “A Thrift Store Huffy – Gratitude Rant #15”

Big Hill – Gratitude Rant #14

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I don’t think it’s any secret that I absolutely LOVE where we live.

When you drive up our mile-long gravel road, we’re the last house on your left, nestled at the foot of “Big Hill”. And honestly, you’d be hard-pressed to find a more beautiful place to live and raise a family.

This morning during choretime, I was ripping open a couple bags of expired “Cinnamon Toasters” cereal for the pigs, and I happened to glance up towards Big Hill.

There silhouetted against the frosty morning sky stood a very nice 4-point buck. He was probably 300 to 350 yards away — far enough off that I wished I had my binoculars with me. Although at the same time, I definitely didn’t need any optics to see that he was big. Probably 24″ wide, for any of you hunters out there. And with November being “rutting” season, his neck was just as thick and swollen as could be.

Talk about majestic! Continue reading “Big Hill – Gratitude Rant #14”

Baggy Wool Shirts – Gratitude Rant #12

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WARNING: Today’s gratitude rant might get a little sentimental.

Y’see, I wore a baggy wool shirt today…

And when I say “baggy”, I mean it was at least 4 or 5 sizes too big.

And when I say “wool”, I mean 100% wool, in all of its rough and itchy glory.

And with its bright red-and-blue plaid pattern, I don’t think anyone would accuse me of being overly “stylish” while wearing it.

Of course, it would be a pretty rare occasion, indeed, for ANY of my clothing choices to be considered stylish… Continue reading “Baggy Wool Shirts – Gratitude Rant #12”