It didn’t come with a breakdown, no wailing, no thrashing, just a slow, dull thud. A culmination of all the things, so many small things and a few big ones, a few old ones, all piling up so I couldn’t see where I was going and splat. I’m not going to enumerate my grievances here, […]
On January 6, 2021. at around 10AM, Michael stepped into the garage and said, “Uh oh.” The drop ceiling where the upstairs bathroom plumbing goes was . . . sagging. Significantly. We had noticed there was something leaking over the summer, but it seemed intermittent, and we couldn’t find it, and it seemed to have
It’s almost over. Some of us didn’t make it. But for those who did, hopefully something important has been learned. One of the big lessons has been that no matter what our intentions are, our apple carts can be careened into and obliterated by collective insanity. I didn’t intend to take most of 2020 as
I feel like I’m waiting for the Third Shoe to drop. Well, I say third, but I’ve lost count, honestly. It seems like there has been a hailstorm of dropping shoes that started in 2016 and hasn’t ended yet and it almost feels like it never will. It’s like we’re living in the apartment below
If ever we needed a day completely devoted to giving thanks, it’s right now. We do have a lot to be thankful for, even if we have to dig deep to find it. And hopefully on January 20, 2021 we will have so much more to be thankful for. I’m not talking about the easy
When I was a kid, there was a woman in our neighborhood who had a tracheotomy due to throat cancer. She continued to smoke through the hole in her throat. I have known way too many people over my lifetime who refused to do anything about their drinking until they woke up in the hospital
I’m thinking out loud here, connecting a few dots that I have put on the map along the way, seeing the shape of things from a 20,000 foot perspective, so don’t quote me on this, and don’t think that this is gospel or science, because I’m just thinking out loud. Okay? Okay. Here’s one sciencey
Summer is just not backing down, He is standing His ground, hanging on until the Autumn Lady comes to say, “Enough, child, you’re punch drunk. Go to bed.” The weather forecast said we could expect a high of 71 degrees today (that’s 22 for my civilized friends around the world), and here it is 91
Love ‘im or . . . meh, Joe Biden is probably the next guy who’s butt will be in the chair behind the big desk in the Oval Office. And honestly, whatever. He knows the gig, he’ll do fine, Kamala will charm everybody and we won’t be a laughing stock anymore. Which is great. But
One might almost think humanity has outstayed its welcome here on Mother Earth. I don’t think I can even remember all the midden that has hit the windmill. Between the pandemic and the fire tornadoes, it has been one hell of a ride. The effects of climate change are making themselves conspicuous. We’re launching into
