Yay! I am actually ahead in my weekly blogging duties this week and this is being written a day earlier than usual (even if it may not be posted a day earlier due to scheduling concerns).
I truly relish this post every week in which I get to share a little bit of my world with all y’all through Cee’s insightful and fun questions.
You can Cee how Cee’s other contributors answered the questions by looking HERE.
Here are her questions and my answers.
Are you usually late, early, or right on time?
My father ( a small businessman by trade) drilled it into my sister and me from an early age, “early is on time, on time is late and late is unacceptable. I have learned to give others who don’t share my philosophy grace. But even in the church world I am the guy who is the first to arrive and the last to leave.
If you were or are a writer do you prefer writing short stories, poems or novels?
I write all three but have less and less time to write poetry lately.
Where did you live at age ten? Is it the same place or town you live now?
I am actually living in the house I moved to when I was ten. It is in Winchendon MA.
Would you rather be able to fly or breathe under water?
Fly most definitely!
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I am so grateful to the team who helped make this weekend’s art & car show such a success. This week I am looking forward to seeing my lead pastor again. I have missed him these last three weeks.

Wow, how cool is that you are living in the house you grew up in!
It’s pretty cool but I need to buckle down this winter and get some projects done.
Aaahhh..the life of a homeowner.
Indeed.
Your father and mine had the same thoughts about time. I have relaxed a bit and think 10 minutes late still counts as on time.
I have learned that walking in on time is really good and being a little late is OK as long as people are informed.
Hmmm…you have a point.
I’d rather fly too. Your father was a good teacher. Writing poetry comes easier for me.
Dad was a good teacher.