Epiphanies are few for me, now. The people I hang out with are just about my age. Many of them have let their ability to be surprised slip away over time. It’s easy to be fooled into believing you’ve seen it all. Because none of us have. As a practicing outlier, I’ve honed my senses…
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Commonalities in Loss
Never one to embrace statistics, trends, and themes, I’ve noted one; it weaves its way through the comments on my page. That is, mentions of a loved one’s death. No human can avoid death, whether ours or someone we love. And I don’t mind it being mentioned, especially if it helps you cope. Sometimes I…
My Spot
There’s a place that I sit. A place I feel most comfortable. My belief is that we all have “that” space, but maybe I’m crazy. Situated near the back sliding door, with enough glass forward and to the left of me so that I can glance outside without any effort, I find there to be…
Nope
I don’t know what it is. There’s a contingent of humans who believe that if they ask me to speak or write about specifics on the political spectrum, I’ll acquiesce and change my paradigm. To that, I say two things. No. Oh, and isn’t there enough of that available to us? Two emails this week,…
Reading Well
There is a soulful elation that bubbles in their grandfather when I watch these two rascals read together. With the eldest, a fine young lady, there was a time when screen time would be allowed to take precedence. Some minor steering input from her parents immediately changed her favorite pastime to something more fruitful—seen here…
Gas Grill ‘Elliegy’
Sometimes I’m grateful that Ellie is terrified of bad weather—thunder, sure, and wind, definitely. She paces, going from one room to another, most likely trying to find peace. I like to be notified, and she seems attuned to changes in the weather long before they manifest outside my windows and doors. The problem, as you…
New Glasses
There are mornings when I begin to write the daily missive that I am lost for words. Not really; I always have words. And it’s probably been one of my countless downfalls. I cannot remember a report card that didn’t mention that I tend to be disruptive, socializing too much during the learning hours. I…
Northbound in the Hoopty
While my ‘Hoopty’ is a Honda, it’s got some idiosyncrasies. Now and then, it jolts you to reality with a horrific hitch in its giddyup; I think that’s the technical term. I still drive it distances, but only because I know a guy with a tow truck, and another guy who works on Hondas. Truth…
Correct Not, Lest Ye Be Corrected
Initial thoughts among the readership may be that I get up early, all spunky and full of vigor. This is not the case. I need a minute or five. Ellie does, too. I find myself waking up to echoes of her whisper groans emitting from the end of my bed; it’s a process. If her…
Toasted Cheese
My Dad’s birthday was last week. It would have slipped away unnoticed, but only because I forget birthdays just like my Dad did when he was here. While that sounds odd, and might indicate there is some sadness or bitterness, there is none; none at all. That’s why my Dad had my Mom. In my…