This week alone, two of my adorable but concerned friends felt the need to organise an intervention and get me out of the house. I have to admit, I am a hopeless hermit, there are a couple of projects I have going on and it doesn’t allow me to be sociable, coupled up with the fact, I do not have the funds to even to do anything outside, other than walk around the common. 523 more words
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Some of us out there LOVE fruitcake. Yes, it’s true. Fruitcake, at least in America, has a horrible reputation. Jokes are made during the holidays about throwing fruitcakes at people’s windows, “re-gifting” the same fruitcake year after year, and since no one ever eats them, no one notices that it is the same cake, and making nasty remarks about having to eat “Uncle Homer’s” fruitcake like it was worse than getting hit by a truck or contracting Small Pox! 860 more words
For the third time this fall, I am a traveling hermit. This time, we are visiting the family in Florida for Thanksgiving. Way back when I lived in South Florida, oh say the first 35 years of my life or so before moving to Fort Wayne, IN (AKA the armpit of America — we’ll get to that in another blog), I used to HATE it when the tourists would complain about the heat and humidity. 500 more words
Escaping society or encountering reality?
Not all men are called to be hermits, but all men need enough silence and solitude in their lives to enable the deep inner voice of their own true self to be heard at least occasionally. 693 more words