Things don’t always go according to plan. Not even the good plans. Not even the plans with color-coding and optimism and a little internal gold star. It’s nothing personal. It’s just a fact of life. Though sometimes the thing not going according to plan is the spark that nudges your entire life onto a different … Continue reading lost: one plain light pink leather journal…
It’s just after 9 pm on Monday. The first night of July. Which would obviously make this July 1. I’m sitting on the family room sectional having just filled out my little pink notebook for the day. “I’ve filled out the notebook for every day in July.” I joked. I’m very funny. That’s something you … Continue reading an unlikely attempt…
It’s 1:32 in the afternoon and I’m sitting on my family room sectional. Spike is curled contentedly in my lap. A fly that was just buzzing around my head sits perched in a sunbeam on the back of the sectional. It’s twiddling its front two legs. If only I understood the fly sign language. I'm … Continue reading strive for twice and sometimes settle for once…
It’s 8:59 pm and I’m sitting on the couch in the tv room. I’m not watching tv, I am listening to The Cure. I have it playing on the “upstairs” group so I can hear it as I wander through the rooms. It’s the kind of thing I’d dreamed of when I was a kid. … Continue reading life in stereo…
It’s 1:58 pm and I’m on the sectional in our family room. I’ve been sitting here writing for about 30 minutes, but 5 minutes ago my cat came into the room. He took one look at me sitting here with my laptop coming up with words. Guiding them into sentences. Actually focused for the first … Continue reading maximum effort…
It’s 1:33 pm, and I’m sitting with my cat on the TV room couch. Some awful supernatural television show is playing in the background to comfort my nerves. Not because I like where it went, but because I watched it so many times that its episodes feel like home. Today is the first full day … Continue reading it’s a nice day for a light jacket…
It’s 11:46 pm and I’m curled up in bed. My partner with his single pillow snores softly next to me. I imagine him reading this entry and challenging the volume of his snore… So if that’s the case let me assure you, baby, it’s a low rumble. More like a purr than a snort. As … Continue reading the weight of wait…
The election prompted Mike to take a look back at a journal he had written in school as a boy. I've seen many such journals and always reflected that I would love to share them with you, dear internets. Well today is your lucky day because I asked if I could scan a few pages … Continue reading the journal of a would be madman: part 1
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