Jed Wolf

Ospreys regularly circling above our house looked just now like vultures about to descend on me.

It’s stunning how immediately my self esteem rots when I’ve offended someone.

I just received a call from an activities director at a nursing home where I’ve sung twice. They loved me so much the first time, I was hired monthly ad-infinitum, but fired me just now for scaring a resident last Friday.

“It’s a tough crowd,” she said. “99% of them loved you but there was a complaint.”

Being myself has always been tricky, and stepping in shit – a fact of life, but spending less time in the doghouse is important especially around the holidays.

Maybe next time I won’t roll my eyes so much during the high parts of “Oh Holy Night,” or maybe the crumpled napkins I threw at the kid with the snoopy mask while singing “Christmastime is Here,” didn’t look enough like snow.