I ain't complaining--life is good--but I sure have had a run of bad luck lately.
I've mentioned my dog bite (healed), house broken in to, backing over my cat, bee stings, etc. But wait, there's more!
I buried Lucy, my black Lab yesterday. She was a faithful dog, always happy to see me. She loved to run with me on my jogs, no matter how far or how hot. Yes, she'd dig in my garden or bark into the night, but how could I be angry at her as she sheepishly bowed her head in shame? Farewell, my friend.

I rarely skip a Lions Club meeting, but I was feeling low with Lucy's passing. Plus I wanted to watch the Cubs in the playoffs. Well, for the first time in the 10 years I've been a member, my number was drawn to win $50. No show, no money. Wouldn't you know it.

I had an argument with my father yesterday about me "bailing out" my children on occasion. He's from the old "experience is the best lesson" school. My son lost his job (Wachovia), daughter and husband near bankruptcy (construction), another daughter's husband laid off (electrician), and I worry about my third daughter living in dangerous Honduras. What's a father to do?

Well, I'm off to play golf, then cut firewood. Time to reflect and start a new chapter. Things just have to get better!