It was a wondrous thing! All made of plywood and
old wagon wheels, it had bunks that folded down from the walls and windows and everything. My friends and I spent many nights out in the woods camping under the stars in it, reading Superman and Batman comics by candlelight.
In my mind anyway. What I actually got built was a wooden platform made from left over pieces of 3/4 inch plywood nailed to a couple of
8 foot 4x4's we happened to have in our basement. But that is as far as it ever
I never finish anything.
When I got a little older I started work on a computer.
Well, what it was really - or what it was going to be - was a giant album changer,
a machine I could program to change the old vinyl albums on my stereo; sort of a
homemade, album juke box. But it required a sort of computer-like brain to remember
which albums were selected, and to play them in the proper sequence. I spent weeks drawing
out circuit plans and mechanisms (knowing absolutely nothing about that kind of stuff!).
Of course that never happened either.
I have listened to enough talk radio over the years to know now this inability to
finish things all comes from a deep seated perfectionism (never mind they were hare-brained
ideas to begin with...).
Rather than letting that prevent anything else from ever appearing on THESE pages
I have created this new section of Half Baked Stuff.
It is MEANT to be half baked. By that I mean, it isn't SUPPOSED to be perfect - it
is just supposed to be HERE, and not just floating around in my head, so many great ideas
to finish one day. And it is the simple resignation that most of my ideas are only half
baked anyway, and, as Stuart Smalley might say, "That is good enough!"
What follows then is just a bunch of stuff. A grab bag of honest observations
on life here with God, a wife, five kids, a big black dog, a little black gerbil,
and a senile old grey cat.
A lot of it will be funny (I hope). Some of it not.
But I hope that it will always be just a little bit insightful, and mostly worth the
time to read.
Some time in 1996, I think. Maybe. A while ago.