Category Archives: REALITY

Thinking today of people past and passing through my life.  Ghosts of minds recalled by words, and food and weather.  Last week, I asked a three-year-old great niece if she wanted me to pick her up.  She reached her arms … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Making love in morning light, still sleepy shreds of dreams hang in the mind, obliterating day’s realities and troubles, overcoming all. Continue reading →

Forgive me, but I’m reading my nutrition stuff and there’s nothing else on TV so I’ve got on "Average Joes:  The Joes Strike Back" and while I don’t know whereabouts we are in this thing with Anna and her male … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It is no secret that my moods, thoughts and reflections are moved by nature, perhaps the very reason that a weblog suits me for my writing.  A quick flash thunderstorm blew through late this afternoon, followed by the sun to … Continue reading → Continue reading →

No backyard waking up to dawn to greet me and inspire me, only blackness of the first few hours of day.  I sit in the garage, coffee cup in hand, peek through the curtained window on the door and frightened … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Out at dawn, salting slugs.  It ain’t a purty sight.  (Decided not to take a photo for you; try it yourself to see what happens if you like.  It’s metamorphosis in fast forward track.) Normally nonviolent, I had to take … Continue reading → Continue reading →

So for the past two weeks I have been pulling weeds, sowing seeds, transplanting flowers that pop up in the lawn to the garden and replacing them with the grass lush and long from the good garden soil.  I am … Continue reading →

Friend Neha just left after a short visit, but she managed to hear the static-y lectures, AND read for herself the ending to one of the Glimmertrain stories that bugged me.  So, back on my high horse again, vindication mine, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Muscles ache with bending, stretching, crawling, pulling, yard and garden day.  Painful arms and itchy from yesterday’s run-in with the bees who liked the grasses tall and shady in their home beneath the bush.  Neighbors drive and wave and I … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well, not really broken, but draggin’ ass across the yard to do more cleanup and of course, wounding myself in the process.  But there’s something about the blood and the mud that brings a smile to my face, as if … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well the morning went like this:  I lay on my stomach underneath trees such as a quince bush and the filbert (walking stick) and noticed things getting sticky–with blood.  Sawed into my finger without realizing it.  No big deal, kept … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Kind of a neat thing just happened a bit ago.  Jim was watching a movie and I walked in and sat down.  The movie was "Gone Fishin" with Danny Glover and Joe Pesci, and when I looked at the screen, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Saw it myself, the morning sun peeking through a slash torn in the clouds above the horizon.  Angry orange ball frustrated by grey walls too thick to blaze through easily.  Worn by weary days of covering the earth, the shroud … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Monday’s potato salad sits solid as a stone in Friday’s stomach.  Lunch, fast and easy.  Productive too, cleaning out a refrigerator shelf as items empty out and fill a hunger as hot as the storage cold.  What, about 40 degrees?  … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Strange day today.  Three deer munching their way up the hill of my backyard until they spot me standing there, slowly turn and walk back to the woods. Common problem, standing in line at the pharmacy behind someone whose insurance … Continue reading → Continue reading →