Missing him, more often after nightfall, sometimes on long drives, or after waking up in a fog from a dream where I hear his voice as clear as if he’s in the living room, gives me pause to take a moment to remember. Just last month, I pulled into the Denny’s parking lot to look…
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Friends or Friendships
I’ve unfollowed a couple of excellent creators over the past three weeks. Originally, I followed them because of their skills at writing, building, mechanical know-how, and humor. I knew their views were not mine, but I can overlook that for the sake of sanity. I don’t need to know every detail of what you dislike…
Noogling (Nude Googling,FYI)
Noogle; it’s a thing. For those of you who shower on the regular, this is a warning. Towel off your fingers before you use your phone in or near the shower. Recently, I learned to Noogle—Nude-Googling, Noogling, in verb form. Noogling is alive and well in the Cotton Compound. Here’s how it went down. I…
Living (Successfully— So Far)Separate
It’s not lost on me that there is some confusion regarding my strange but workable living arrangements with my Significant One. We lived together for a very long time, exactly like other married couples do. Intertwined with that was our management of an intergenerational home. My Mama and Dad lived in an apartment located at…
Extrication before Entanglement
Extrication before entanglement is a valid strategy to protect oneself from pitfalls; I reached the conclusion during a night of fitful sleep. I finally got out of bed, much to the delight of my dog, at 0215hrs. I walked outside, the cold concrete patio giving me a rude wakeup call through my bare feet, taking…
Breezes, Dad, and Late Night Snacks
For many years, my Mom and Dad lived in the apartment connected to my last home. Their apartment was significantly larger than my section of the house, both sides having three bedrooms, but my parents dwelled on one level, outside the nifty loft over their great room. One-level living is not to be overlooked as…
October Musings
I think it was the film “The Long, Long Trailer” from 1953 that bubbles up from deep within my cerebral cortex, with visions of creating a retro camping trailer site on this tiny piece of land. I don’t base my life decisions on “I Love Lucy” episodes, but I watched a lot of them in…
Injuries in Dust, Benefits in Marble
I like Ben Franklin’s vibe, whether he coined the phrase or not; he did publish the adage in “Poor Richard’s Almanac”: “Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.” I live by that, except for the wealthy part. But I can see the correlation without squinting. I more enjoy…
Autumnal Preparation—the measured approach
I’m not positive about why it took until the twenty-fourth night of September to transition into the autumn rush-mode, but it did. Possibly, it’s because I didn’t get nearly enough done yesterday to hit the ever-moving target of a successful, fulfilling day. When left to my own devices and without a defined job or jobs,…
Skunk Spares Spray— so Success Smells Sweet
I improvised this morning. I chose the 18 millimeter option over the 9 millimeter option because I want to remain a trusted neighbor. No one wants to hear gunfire at 0346hrs. Here, let me add clarity. Waking from a bad dream that found me running through an imaginary mall looking for at least one copy…