Harry's Ruminations

In the beginning, man created paper, and it was good. It was permanent, stateful, and could be used for warmth if the auditor got too close. Man could transfer the paper to another man, certain his message would get across. Man could doodle and mark-up the paper. For a backup solution, there was carbon paper. And, there was much rejoicing. And, lo, God saw Man enjoying paper, and said, " "If as one people they use the paper, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them." And so, God invented e-mail and the Blackberry. And suddenly, man's communication was much faster, yet intent and meaning was lost. Yet, there was much rejoicing. (?) Finally, in the business, Man created Groupware. "Email is no longer sufficient! We need Lotus Notes databases, and Wikis, and Blogs, and forums, eRooms, and FocalPoints." And vendors grew rich providing solutions to the business Men. And no one knew where to find the information. Putting information in...

Randomness: * This month marks 2 years since Mom's cancer was diagnosed. She's still kickin'. * I'm going to try and blog much more. Facebook's great. Twitter's great. Sometimes, though, I just can't hear myself think in there. Blogging's much more composition and reflection. * I've learned to say 'No'. I've de-committed some things at church. Whitney and I have worked out some ways to get time for ourselves: Every other Saturday morning, we get 'Off'. The opposite parent takes the kids, no questions asked. It's still a work in progress, but I like where it's going. * I'm melodramatic. I see drama where there is none. When I recognize this in myself, I'm trying to be self-deprecating, since my other problem is I TAKE MYSELF TOO DAMN SERIOUSLY. :-) * After coming back from vacation, I'm re-evaluating lots of things. I don't know if it's really healthy for me to get up at 5am every day, for ...

I was staring at myself in the mirror a moment ago, washing my hands, thinking of a time years past, when I sat across from a Hazel Eyed woman: "Why do you keep doing that?" she asked. "What?" "You keep doing sign language when you're talking. Why?" It was the Fall of 1999. That summer, I thought I'd lost my soul mate, the woman who'd taught me a little bit of sign language. Her name was Whitney. I loved her so much I couldn't see straight. Even this sparkling gal from Menifee County couldn't cheer me up. Now, in the Fall 2009, 10 years on, I realized God returned to me that woman I love. Fact is, I got a second chance. Sad to say, I've spent most of the last 4 years in bitterness and self-delusion. When you bottle up so much darkness, it's hard to see the light shining through. Back in 1999, I would've given everything for even a glimpse of the blessings I have now--a life with Whitney, children, memories, laughte...