The Wizard of ADD!

I don’t live on a farm, not anymore. I live in the burbs. And I’m not from Kansas, I’m firmly ensconced in the Great White North (Ontario, Canada). But lately I’ve been feeling like I’m trapped in a very bad remake of the Wizard of Oz.

It’s bad because it doesn’t follow the original plot very well and, for some inexplicable reason, I keep changing characters.

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On the Road Again

Okay, I’ve blogged about driving, and we’ve come to the conclusion that I’m a great driver but the roads are all crooked and everyone else on them isn’t watching where I’m going. I know you’re all working on that, some of you may be improving a little – we’ll see how that goes.

Lost and Found

Okay, a couple of months ago I confessed to being ADHD. I admit I’m undiagnosed, but I promise I’m either ADHD or a hypochondriac, and neither one is good. Actually, I’m sure I’m ADHD, being a hypochondriac requires more focus and attention than I can muster.

Happy Anniversary.

A little something about marriage that I’d like to share. About two years ago, when my wife and I had been married for around twenty four years this little verbal transaction occurred in the kitchen of our house.

Driven to distraction

A friend of mine claims to be an excellent driver despite a propensity she has toward being distracted in every aspect of her life, somewhat of a shocker on the face of it. Being predisposed to distraction myself, this statement made me think. I’ve come to the conclusion that, for two reasons, she’s probably right.

Taylor’s tips on decorating, Ha!

Those who know me know I’m far from being a decorating maven, and that’s okay. The people in the “biz” are required to keep tabs on the industries current “hot and not” list and to maintain their own tastes at the same time, being risqué enough to be noticed while conforming enough to current tastes to avoid ridicule. The focus needed for this is beyond my current ability to muster.

And yet, at the same time, there are things that I have definite opinions on. My taste clashes with the world of haute couture for inner spaces, usually when function is sacrificed for fashion.