A continued lack of billing detail

It has been almost 30 months since I saw Dr. Allman in Kearney and got billed $1500 for 15 minutes time. https://beswiftbeprecise.wordpress.com/2019/01/01/2018-the-year-i-almost-died/ https://beswiftbeprecise.wordpress.com/2019/01/07/kearney-on-foot/ I posted the above two blogs previously. THe below blog I wrote but never posted. Dr. Allman, during our previous encounter, had described the interaction between me and his receptionist as a … Continue reading A continued lack of billing detail →

A Father’s Anger

Last Father's Day I wrote of depression. This Father's Day I write of anger. It has taken awhile for me to realize the source of last year's depression was gaslighting -- my inner truth couldn't accept the truth I was being asked to believe. Pravda in action. I have been struggling with that gaslighting, freeing … Continue reading A Father’s Anger →

(almost) never change song lyrics

I have this very bad philosophical habit of picking up a lot of my catch phrases from song lyrics. Fortunately, I have pretty solid songs with philosophically and theologically stable ideas that I am usually singing or listening to. One of the things that irks me, and my wife Betsy, is the changing of song … Continue reading (almost) never change song lyrics →

Spirit of The Age

In 1986 Michael Card released an album that included the song Spirit of the Age. Based on the text from The Gospel according to Matthew about the slaying of the innocents, where King Herod kills all the babies in Bethlehem trying to slay his rival to the throne Jesus, Card uses the text to compare … Continue reading Spirit of The Age →

Accident Prone

I went 20 plus years free of car accidents, but the past couple of years I have become an accident magnet. This morning was only the most recent of three accidents for our new car from last November, and that was a replacement for our car of 20 years that had three major accidents in … Continue reading Accident Prone →

Father’s Day Depression

I have had some great ups and downs recently. My Birthday is May 1, and before it I got inklings that my best friend was contemplating a special birthday present. I told him not to over do it, that just being there was the most important thing for me, to have him as a friend. … Continue reading Father’s Day Depression →

Waterbed Etude

I am working on a deep thought, self introspective post, that I didn't expect to get up for a day or two. But it could be even more than that. The time I had saved today to meditate on the subject, I now have to clean up the mess of water from a leaking water … Continue reading Waterbed Etude →

Bullying, Hot Rages and Cold Logic

In May 2019, when Bob MacPhearson, while engaging in a fisticuffs with me in my basement, and to which I was merely attempting to grapple him to a neutral hold, picked up a crow bar he had stashed amongst the piles of his things (we later found a half dozen of them stashed around within … Continue reading Bullying, Hot Rages and Cold Logic →

Sinking sand … to Scribbling in the Sand

I sit here this evening, my life a shambles. Everything has been torn up and shredded. Betrayal by those closest to me, best intentions of mine treated like I had used nuclear weapons, my invocation to "trust me" falling on deaf ears. Some of you think I use hyperbole. I only wish I did. I … Continue reading Sinking sand … to Scribbling in the Sand →