Awhile back, I mused about enjoyable memories that can be a comfortable way to spend time. Today I want to expand the idea of reveries to include those that freeze the present-tense for consideration—another enjoyable kind of thought. I live a pace of life that’s slower than in my earlier days. Sometimes there are longer blocks of time when I have been able to “just sit and think.” More thanMORE...
There must surely come the time when my life’s high point will have been reached. It’s hard to pin down the exact moment or description of when that will occur, but right now it feels honest to admit that I am no longer at my peak. Some after-apex thoughts follow…. It’s also truthful to acknowledge gratefully the years when much of my life felt like an ascending path, reaching towards increasedMORE...
Today’s entry continues in the tradition of Latinate aphorisms for daily life—e.g., * Soli Deo gloria, Carpe diem or Ubi est mea anaticula cumminosa? These time-honored insights may far outweigh the value of this blog’s new maxim: Perguado religuias! You be the judge…. As the years of my life add up and the tidbits of foods in our refrigerator gather together to form inviting aggregations, I amMORE...
Are you certain that someone named *Bob Sitze actually sent this message to you? If this seems like an odd question, read on…. My digital identity has been compromised several times. Phony phone calls, probings of this blog site; a bogus claim—in my name—for unemployment insurance; an e-mail yesterday informing me that this device has been compromised and that I can keep embarrassing informationMORE...
I don’t feel that way right now, but one of these days I could… Feel guilty, sad or remorseful for somehow not living up to your expectations or hopes. Not meeting my obligations or fulfilling my promises to you. Again, not something that comes up that often, but I expect that it will eventually happen. To be sure, others can disappoint me, but that seems just to be a part of life. NoneMORE...
Looking for things to gross me out—a questionable luxury of retired guy-ness—I recently came upon a story prepping readers for news about the annual contest sponsored by Nathan’s Famous Hot Dogs. Because the idea of “competitive eating”—the term favored by *Major League Eating (MLE)—struck me as just bit more than odd, I kept reading. What I found seemed to be emblematic about any of us who haveMORE...
That’s what you’ll read here today, and almost every other time one of these entries comes your way. About 300 words—the length in feet of a football field—that take about two minutes to read—the amount of time it takes to run that far. (Mixing metaphors is still an enjoyable part of my writing.) Why that length? I don’t want to be one of the chatterati, a class of writers or talkers who alwaysMORE...
BOB SITZE has filled the many years of his lifework in diverse settings around the United States. His calling has included careers as a teacher/principal, church musician, writer/author, denominational executive staff member and meat worker. Bob lives in Wheaton, IL.