I wasn’t at the end of my rope [or string] the other day. Not even close. This, even though the environment for kite-flying seemed ideal – a brisk steady breeze, punctuated by the occasional muscular gust.
Posts Tagged With: Grace
‘Ace’ rhymes with ‘grace’…or so I was reminded earlier this week, when my ‘baby brother’ Phil carded a hole-in-one at Franklin County Country Club.
I’m pleased as punch for him. I’m also jealous as hell.
Sometimes, the ‘News’ is so ‘Good’ that it requires a second take.
It seems an odd choice, for Pope Francis to make today’s feast the starting point for the Jubilee of Mercy.
I was about 20 minutes into the 25-year warranty on my brand-spanking-new half-moon edging spade…when the first crack appeared in the upper reaches of the blade.
‘Uh-oh,’ I thought. ‘This is not good.’
Sometimes, you think you’ve got the path forward all figured out – only to discover that you don’t wind up where you expected to be.
Bad choices usually have dire consequences, I get that. But where does that leave us on the matter of grace?