I've written multiple times here about my fear of opossums. It probably wouldn't shock anyone to hear that I'm terrified of being eaten by something lurking in the deep end of a swimming pool. I've never gotten over my fear that a witch or monster may be lurking beneath my bed to snatch at my … Continue reading rat based disillusionment…
there are still problems with living in the future…
At 7am on a Sunday I’m not expecting much. But I am expecting to be asleep. This 7am in particular had other ideas. Or Alexa did. Her little notification tone chimed. It’s a gentle tone. It didn’t make me sit bolt upright. It just made me ask Rick what was going on while I slowly … Continue reading there are still problems with living in the future…
the ocean wins…
Yesterday we walked along the beach clad in tall rain boots, jeans, and raincoats. The clouds above were dark and fluffy. Thinning out in spots to reveal a brilliant blue sky. We guarded ourselves from the gentle gusts of wind with stocking caps as we watched foam from the waves tumble across the glossy wet … Continue reading the ocean wins…
surviving the sunpocalypse…
Yesterday North America witnessed a celestial event the likes of which many of us had never seen. Or that we just couldn't remember. Not because this doesn't happen every few years, but because it doesn't happen every few years here. And it's never happened in North America during the age of the internet when all … Continue reading surviving the sunpocalypse…
words…
short of breath not for lack of air but because it catches in my mouth. in my nose. in my throat. with thoughts of why and how and why now because everything used to be simple easy except that's misremembering nothing has even been either of those and the breath I can catch flows like … Continue reading words…
pea based existential crisis…
I think the headline says it all. I am deep in the middle of questioning who I am at the very heart of my being. As long as I have known myself certain truths have always been both deeply engrained in who I am and floating right on the surface for all to see. They … Continue reading pea based existential crisis…
words…
they buzz and swirl while I sleep a funnel cloud scratching, nagging tickling memories inciting panic ensuring unrest until their buzzing leads to tossing turning and I open my eyes in the dark.
sometimes I’m happy to be wrong…
Sunday afternoon, after a weekend that saw more than its fair share of errands, chores, and video games, we walked down to the local theater to see a matinée screening of Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 2. Before we go any further let me address the obvious. The thing many of you probably know. I … Continue reading sometimes I’m happy to be wrong…
tales of a traveling introvert: television time…
Getting to travel for work is pretty damn cool. It's a problem sometimes, sure. But it's not a bad problem to have. Where I often run into trouble, outside of the logistics and being away from my people, is that I need me time. I need quiet. I need to decompress. I need to sit … Continue reading tales of a traveling introvert: television time…
this is not forty…
Forty is a landmark. A milestone. It's a fixed place in time. It comes with a set of expectations. A certain amount of understanding. Of yourself. Of the people around you. Of the world. Tomorrow, as far as my birth certificate is concerned, I'll hit that landmark. But for me nothing feels set in stone. It doesn't … Continue reading this is not forty…
