A look in the mirror

I was alone in a bathroom the other day washing my hands and something felt bizarrely unsettling about the space. Upon first look, nothing seemed out of the ordinary - no unusual sink, everything was in its functional place, and the lighting was normal. Then it hit me. I lifted my head to do a quick glance at my appearance only to discover that a framed painting was looking back at me.  There was no mirror.

It's about time

I have yet to meet someone who doesn't have memories triggered when they hear the classic sound of a beautifully crafted, grandfather clock. Whether it is a memory of laughter from past holidays, the vision of your children scurrying past it, or that strangely comforting sense of security the middle of the nigh chimes provide, grandfather clocks are the epitome of nostalgia.

4th of July

I know I say this every year, but this year is flying by. I cannot believe that Independence Day is next week already. How did that happen?