Everyone, everywhere, are my good neighbors.
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Everyone, everywhere, are my good neighbors.
Everyone, everywhere, are my good neighbors.
Friends, I am making some changes to my blog. This includes transitioning to an older but feature rich theme and doing some tweaking. Please excuse the digital dust as I renovate. Things will be finished sometime soon. Thanks for your friendship and connection.

In doing some blog maintenance, I have discovered there are quite a few people I haven’t seen or heard from in a while. I do miss their presence in the blogosphere and what they have to say.
Now is the time to restore the feeling and create a post or two. Perhaps if we did more long-form blogging, we would understand one another better and share some cool stuff from our world view. So, my friends, let us all fire up WordPress or Tumblr if you will and create some new magic. Keep on blogging, good people.
I am a churchgoer. I have been a Baptist, Methodist and now Episcopalian. Church has been an important part of my life. So that makes me a parishioner. That word to me is about community, responsibility, and discipleship. This word I think is about inclusion, or it should be. Parishioners are about worship to a higher power or God if you will. They are also about service to one another. Being a parishioner is also a calling. It is about abiding in God’s love and the call to the people who gather in divine presence.
As a person in his 50s, I am certainly middle-aged. My sense of humor gravitates to that of a fifteen-year-old boy, it’s still hard to believe I am middle-aged. My body does tell me a different story there. Stuff hurts, and I need my bifocals to read almost everything.
I still listen to the music of my youth (the 70s and 80s). I try to keep up with what is going on these days to stay somewhat relevant. Being conversant with multiple generations is a good thing.
Being middle-aged, especially as a member of Generation X can be fun at times. Our history has let us see a lot of innovation and changes in the world. Like any era in history, you have got to roll with the punches and be flexible. Getting older is not for the feint of heart, though.