It was just before sunrise when I pushed through my door. Needing to recuperate after the fight, I headed back through my cat-door, to my feral villa in the garage. As I curled into the straw to lick my wounds, I heard that food-lady calling for me, but I was Read more…
I see dead people, stalking around Facebook like regular people. Some of them don’t know they’re dead. In the most advanced levels of civilization and technology, I find myself more connected to the past than ever before. The dead, they’re all around, in various states. Between my known dead, and Read more…
I wasn’t really expecting a kaboom, blood, nor flames when I decide to DIY retrofit my grill. I expected a few trips to the hardware store then back to BBQ in no time. The stakes weren’t that high. The grill was a dozen years old and had served me well Read more…
I’ve been jogging semi-regularly for a couple of years. I run with the pace and grace of a Clydesdale. After decades of sketchy self-care with numerous starts and stops I realized that a sitting back passive approach to exercise does not help. Being exercise neutral is actually negative. Not being Read more…
My impulse buys are typically nondescript run of the mill purchases. Unneeded t-shirts, the fifth pair of tan dress shoes, a novel new pretzel dip, extra items that go on my back, on my feet, on my waistline. Rarely if ever does one of these amount to much. In hindsight, Read more…
I started to look like a caveman. My razors idled, my shaving motivation suffers during splendid isolation. Facial hair isn’t unusual for me, in fact, there is church directory photographic evidence of my great mustache faux pas of ‘85. Because I often grow one each winter, having a beard usually Read more…
Birthday Morning Reflection I’ll could easily see myself limping into age 51 with my reading glasses on, ears ringing, knees aching, and right shoulder pain from sleeping wrong. It’s easier to look back instead of forward. While I may be there physically, thankfully, not mentally. Unlike the mysterious Area 51 Read more…
There are two types of people in this world. One type sees a tall kitchen garbage bag and thinks: Hmmm, that bag is about 87% percent full! If I change it out now, I’ll get a sweet neat tie off on those little red ribbon thingamajigs and I’ll be able Read more…
One Moo’s tracks stretch around the outside, around the outside. Around the outside of our home they stretch like yoga, bringing peace and tranquility to all things that she doesn’t view as prey. There is a tasty same sounding ice cream involving peanut butter cups I savor, but these tracks Read more…