The Crowhill Journal

Crowhill’s kids are a little too old for him to have to worry about this, but Pigweed has a teenager, so the boys struggle with the question, “How cool should dad be?”

Not very, they think.

Dads who try to be their kids’ friend are taking the wrong approach. Dad has a far more important role than just being a friend. In any event, here’s a somewhat rambling reflection on cool dads.

And speaking of completely uncool dads, you might want to give this a listen: The objectification of women. In which we show how incredibly uncool we really are.

Some of you might know the complicated and disappointing reasons this blog had to take a temporary hiatus, but … be that as it may, it’s back. To the disappointment of many, I’m sure.

Today I’m on the tail end of a cold. It started a couple weeks ago, with mild symptoms. Aches and pains. Feeling tired. Slight congestion. But nothing to worry about.

Generally speaking, I don’t get sick, and when I do, I’m over it quickly. This has been quite the exception. It’s been one of those lingering maladies I couldn’t shake.

When it got to the point that I had uncontrollable shivers walking the 50 feet from the office to my car, I decided I needed to see the doc. That was yesterday. I was hoping for something bacterial — which can be treated with antibiotics. If it was the flu, I was going to be stuck with waiting it out.

Fortunately, no pneumonia or flu. Just a bad sinus infection and bronchitis, so I’m on the magical drugs that make life in the 21st century so wonderful.

Yesterday was a turning point. I fell asleep under a blanket watching TV, and woke up 2 hours later soaked from head to foot. I think I sweated the bloody thing out, because I felt a definite change.

Today I’m in that weird state where two arguments are warring in my mind. The one says, “You’re better. Get back to work. Quit being a lazy bum.” The other says, “You need one more day to take it easy and get well.”

The typical Crowhill approach to life is to be hard on myself and not accept any lame excuses, but I’m 56 now, and I think I need to start erring on the other side. At least some of the time. So I’m home, taking it easy, listening to podcasts and basically doing nothing.

Here are a few things I’ve noticed today, which I bring to your attention.

Pigweed and I did an interesting podcast on whether churches should be plain or ornate. Please check it out, share it on Facebook, etc.

Thanks to Doug Wilson, my Eggs are Expensive, Sperm is Cheap book is seeing a bit of a bump in sales. I’m also up to 23 reviews now, which is encouraging.

The version that’s online now is slightly revised. It’s not substantively different, but a couple 30-something women told me they felt they were unfairly treated by some of the language in the first edition, so I tried to clear that up.

On the one hand, I absolutely don’t want to tell anybody what to do. People are free to make their own choices. And what do I know, after all?

On the other hand, some choices really are stupid.

Okay, another couple quick things. Crowhill doesn’t tweet any more, but he does share an account with Pigweed here — https://twitter.com/pigweedcrowhill Please follow, if you have a twitter account.

I don’t do Facebook because of my own psychological faults. I simply can’t do it without losing my temper. I wish that weren’t the case, but … it is. But I know that Facebook is a very important way to share messages.

If you find something on this blog that you think is valuable, please share it on Facebook. Because I won’t. Because I can’t.