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I remember a book that I read in in kindergarten. Or first grade. But that’s not important.

The book was entitled The Man Who Didn’t Wash His Dishes and it’s by Phyllis Krasilovsky.

Full disclosure. I didn’t remember the title or author but found it on Amazon (Book Link). However, I do remember the basic plot.

The book begins with a man who has just finished eating. He puts the dishes in the sink. Rather than washing the dishes, he decides to do it later. Lo and behold, the next mealtime arrives, and he again puts his dishes in the sink. Once again, he delays doing the dishes.

This process of avoiding the dishes goes on for a few days. Ultimately, the man has no dishes left. He starts to use other items in his house as dishes. The dirty dishes pile up everywhere until his house gets overrun with dishes.

While I may have some of the details off (I forgot the ending till I saw the link on Amazon) this story had an impact me on me.

Some probably took away the helpful lesson of doing a task promptly rather than letting it grow and become overwhelming.  They are the types who do the dishes the second the meal is over.

That’s not me. However, I much prefer an empty sink.

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Sand, Beaches, Sun, Oh My

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it’s Freezing Man!

Sand, Beaches, Sun, Oh My. I kept repeating these words to myself during my walk to the bus stop today.

I pictured these warm scenes.

I also did so as I paced back and forth at the bus stop bursting for joy when the bus came. Well, I was definitely bursting.

Anyway, I think my Jeddi mind trick helped. I think. And that’s all that matters.

Last year during a particular cold stretch I wrote a post. I have reposted it below with one addition.

However, I want to see your additions. You can go to my facebook page( for your addition. I will note the best on my blog later this week.

Thanks for your help and good luck staying warm.

Today, Monday, is the first day that the temperature is predicted to go over the freezing mark in about a week. Yeah, I know it’s January, it’s winter. I get it. So, I expect it to be cold. But these temperatures have been crazy cold. Want to know how crazy? (Yes, Larry, how crazy cold has it been?) Thanks for your interest – let me tell you.

It’s been:

Touching my cheeks to make sure they are there kind of crazy cold.

Soup for every meal kind of crazy cold.

Cell phone works with bare hand only then stay in my pocket kind of crazy cold.

Spit turns to ice upon hitting the ground kind of crazy cold.

Insist kids wear gloves and hat no matter how much they complain kind of crazy cold.

Need to knit your dog a sweater kind of crazy cold.

Afraid of the heat bill kind of crazy cold.

Can we retire to Florida now kind of crazy cold.

Wish I had a way to preheat the car kind of crazy cold.

Where can I buy one of those scary ski masks kind of crazy cold.

How many layers can I wear with out falling over kind of crazy cold.

Keep food cold in the garage kind of crazy cold.

Didn’t know that body part could get that cold kind of cold.

Hell freezing over might be warmer kind of crazy cold.

Hey it’s in the 20’s and that’s not so bad kind of crazy cold.

Counting down 51 more days to spring kind of crazy cold.

It’s been… ahh you get the point. Anyway, as my childhood friend, MG, reminds me, the past couple of winters have been relatively mild. So, this crazy cold streak is just the odds coming in.

So let’s hear from you – what would you add to my ‘that kind of crazy cold’ list? Remember you can also add your suggestions at

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I Wanna Break The Law



It’s 6:30 am Sunday morning.

I am on the road.  The light is red. I look left. I look right. There is not another mobile car in sight.

I can’t be the only parent who has been awakened by rambunctious children.

And where are the fishermen? Or Dunkin Donut makers?

Nope, the road is empty.

Next. I’m on a highway. It is three lanes, it is smooth, and it is flat. And empty. I know the speed limit. I’ve traveled the road many times before. 50 miles per hour.

But I want more

Go Speed Racer. Go Speed Racer Go Speed Racer, Go!

Why should I be constricted?

I ache to smash through the speed limit.

I want to break the law.

Be a rebel.

I wanna be anarchy.

While the lyric is from the Sex Pistols, the feeling is all mine.

Confines and limitations. Restrictions and restraints.

QUESTION: Would it be so terrible if I ignored traffic lights, stop signs, and speed limits on an early morning empty road? Really, what would be so terrible about that?

This qualifies as derring-do in a life of sedation. The life of a parent. The life of a government employee.

So, what do you say?

Don’t tell me that you other responsible parents haven’t felt this before.  You want to do what you want to do.

You have your roles at home and at work. You fill them dutifully and gracefully.  Yet sometimes, there’s that voice inside of you. Maybe it whispers or shouts.

But it speaks, and you hear it.

Would it be so bad to listen?  Go ahead: Break the speed limit, buy the fanciful useless clothing, or eat the whole cake.

The next day will still come.

You’ll pick up the dry cleaning, help the kids with their homework, balance your checkbook. You will play the role of responsible adult.

But now for a moment. At least.

I want to break the law.

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A Lesson Learned From My Mother

A mother and her family

My mother surrounded by her family (one son is not in the photo)

Last month my mother had a special birthday. I would tell you the number, but she’s sensitive about such things. So, I’ll leave you to speculate.

In honor of my mother’s birthday, her four children and their families got together.  We spent a couple of days at a resort in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania.

We hung out at a waterpark, watched football (yea Eagles – they won but really made us sweat), and ate cake. It was quality family time. Lots of fun.

While we were together, I shared a story about my mother. I’d like to share it with you as well.

My friends and I spent loads of time on our block playing sports. However, there was also a good deal of down time. We would sit on the steps in front of my house and talk about whatever young boys talk about.

We had a neighbor who lived around the block whose name was P. P. who was about 10 years older than my friends and me, was mentally challenged. During the summer, he used to enjoy riding his tricycle around the block.

P. would stop his tricycle in front of my friends, and me and say “hi.” His hi was loud and slurred and he kept waving his hand. P. would repeat “hi” a few times before eventually taking his leave and cycling down the block.

While my friends and I would mutter, “hi,” in response, we were embarrassed and didn’t know what to say or how to act. We were relieved when he left and would reengage in our conversation and act as if P. had never appeared.

Around the summer I turned 11, P. went through a phase. P. would kiss random women, smile, and go away.  Yes, P. had become the kissing bandit.

One summer afternoon, my friends and I were hanging out on the steps in front of my house. Someone came up and told me, “P. kissed your mom.”


“Yeah, he just kissed her and went away.”

“Oh.” I was embarrassed for mom, but I didn’t know what to say.

My friends were abuzz over the news. However when my mom approached the house, everyone scattered.

As my mother walked up the steps, I fell in next to her. “Hi mom.”

“Hi dear. How was your day?”


“Mom, did P. kiss you?”

“Yes, he did.”

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“What? Why not? Aren’t you upset? ”

“No. He didn’t mean anything by it.”

“But Mom he’s been kissing girls all around the neighborhood.”

“He is just trying to be friendly. He’s not able to communicate with people the way you can. He doesn’t understand.”

But I did.

And in that moment my mother taught me some lessons that I carry to this day. I learned about appreciating others. I learned that not everyone is the same. I learned about empathy.

My mother is the humblest person I know. However, I gained wisdom from seeing her act.

May she have many more years of good health and joy.

I have much more to learn.