If you've known me a while, you might have noticed I'm a bit of a Renegade. I can't say why I didn't conform to the rules parents laid out for my brothers and me. If rules didn't make sense, they didn't make sense. (Brother Larry might have renegaded me.) I have feelings about rules are made to be broken. Maybe that's why I would have been a lousy participant in the military, although I have regrets about not serving. Who knows? Maybe a couple of trips to the brig would

Man, this time change stuff is killing me. It is not really the time change; it is the position of the sun at certain times of the day. Elaine arranges her workday by being able to communicate with engineers literally, from around the world. Seriously, it is not uncommon for Elaine to speak with electrical engineers in Europe, the west coast of America, Canada, during her workday. She schedules the hours that she works based on her ability to speak with her workmates. What

Gordon (white-faced puppy/dog) has taken it upon himself to make sure I have a new task to start the morning. It's only fair that I include Elaine in this story because is involved completion of the task. The only difference between Elaine's participation and mine is that Elaine still likes Gordon when we have completed the task. I can't say that I couldn't see this task coming and there is a certain amount of procrastination that is responsible. Starting at the beginning,

I wish they could leave it alone. the time. I would rather have the extra daylight after work, after school, even after dinner. What's wrong with having an extra hour of dark in the morning? My dogs would love it. The dogs get up when the sun starts shining in the windows on the east side of the house. That wouldn't be bad except for the fact that the ever-present herd of deer move into the yard just before dawn. The dogs know the deer are up to no good and are determined

Last week's skin cancer removal went off without a hitch. Except for the huge bandage taped to my forehead hiding the inch and a half of stitches stretching from my hairline to my mono-brow. They tell me they can remove the stitches in a week. Elaine doesn't think I will have a noticeable scar, so there will be no reason to change the name of these stories from Monner's Mumblings to Scarface's Mumblings. It was a quiet week. I spent quite a bit of time with Boy Twin. He c

It was a little more than five years ago, I discovered what looked like a tiny spider on my neck, under my chin, very near to what was my goat-tee. I guess I should have realized it wasn't a spider, because it didn't move. It just sat there, day after day. It didn't move, it didn't hurt, I didn't pay attention to it unless I was shaving around my goat-tee. At an unrelated doctor's appointment, I asked the physician's assistant if she had any idea why I had a non-moving sp

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When I write these stories, I have always tried to keep them factual based on truths as I see them. Recently I have written two stories...