When I drive, hundreds of ideas course through my mind. I sometimes wish I could hear them recombobulated in the voice of a posh Englishman. It would be more entertaining than silently selecting, catching, and then holding the gems because I bet I miss a lot of great ones. My best writing occurs far from…
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The Dog
I receive many notes about Ellie. “Does she like the new place?’“Is Ellie comfortable?”“What does Ellie think?” I can only answer those questions like any man with a dog; I don’t know. Dogs, including Ellie, are like side dishes to life. They are not appetizers but more like potatoes or noodles—always on the table. Don’t…
“Soup’s On!”
“Soup’s on,” my grandfather said from time to time. The tin, saltine can, shouted out from the center of the table with the word “premium” in big blue letters. I hear the slight woosh from a minor vacuum release created when Gramps pried the top off the rectangular canister and pulled from within a wax…
General Practitioner
The furnace’s whir and thunderous whomp sometimes wake me up, but not often. That’s the burner kicking in. I don’t have quick access to a thermometer giving me outside readings, but I know when it’s cold overnight from the number of whirs and whomps per hour. Yes, I wake up a few times regardless, but…
Have Cake, Will Travel
Two hundred sixty miles for cake, but it was a really good cake. Discombobulated is my life, mostly shot from the hip on a handheld camera without film. It would be expensive to find someone to edit it to make it understandable to a normal person. So, I strive on, unedited, feeling secure that a…
Dodging the Stones, Throwing None
With an eye toward light adventure, our trek through life is better shod with something sturdy. Boots? Sure. Good solid toe protection is key. A stout, resilient coat, unimpeded by excessive outer clinging gadgetry that catches on the branches that drag against us and slow us down, is also imperative. But you also need to…
Happy Old Year
None of us can predict our future, but we already know what we’ve done up to this point. Do not discount the benefits of repairing previous damage. Sometimes, repairs are better—stronger— than the original bodywork.
A Few of My Favorite Things—Not
I struggle with all of it: traffic, pushy people, self-checkout, and the overwhelming permeating odor of needing more, faster, better, and more expensive that fills the air around me. What you don’t know about me is that I have a grouchy streak. It rears its ugly little head whenever I’m stuck in traffic or a…
Scraping Our Way Through Winter
“It’s plowable,” was overheard as I sat near the counter of my breakfast spot. “Yeah, it is,” I thought to myself as I waited for scrambled & bacon; I’ve cut back on toast but nibbled the edges before Ellie got the remainder after I returned home. I skip homefries now, too. I love them like…
“Unhappiness Has No Permanent Address”
“Not everyone is having bacon with their breakfast this morning.” My Dad said that to me once; we were having bacon. The Old Man was not trying to be philosophical; he was more whimsical with a side of wisdom—and bacon. It was his version of “The grass is not always greener, but ours is today,”…