Category Archives: REALITY

There seems to be no end in sight to the things that keep me from what I would rather be doing.  I am determined to get to the bottom of the pile of framing, and clean up the mess I … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A thin slice of moon in the silver blue evening sky. Continue reading →

I refuse to weigh my food. Continue reading →

Do I detect a midlife crisis in a request to add on to an insurance policy?  We married late in life, I thought his midlife crisis would be me. Looks like a fun summer ahead.  It’s been a while–white tulle … Continue reading →

A first, I think, first thing this morning.  A Great Crested Flycatcher tipping the tip of a swamp birch.  At first I thought it was a baby Bluejay, a bit scruffy looking, surprised at life and me.  Bright yellow belly … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Me, inhaling.  A treefrog calling for a mate.  The breeze through infant leaves.  The sounds of night in the garage, back door open to the yard in blackness and I do not see what may be scampering about.  Skunk, rabbits, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

One of my most favorite things, watching a storm move in.  The stillness ruffled here and there and soon the sound becomes the foreteller as the wind picks up and bends the tip-tops of the trees.  Maple seeds helicopter through … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Trip to town fraught with worry and delay, like a band of wild Indians after my wagon.  The ride in held up by a muletrain, or maybe a muleheaded woman doing twenty-five tops.  Braked at corners, but not for the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Boy, I have never, ever been so close to clicking away a degree than I am this morning. Every time I login to my summer course, I find I can only last about three minutes and need to get out … Continue reading → Continue reading →

…before the storm of customers who want their work completed and want it now.  Working Saturday and Sunday, Monday, Tuesday but two out of four must be for something more than money. Learning, yes, and writing some, and reading and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Last night Thursday night dinner normally but not cooked by me this Thursday night.  Three men and a woman in a restaurant bar with peanut shells on the floor.  I will not do it, cannot, build instead a growing pile … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Big mistake, listening to Waylon when the mood is right.  Feeling him deep in my gut, getting all of me involved in blue sound. Continue reading →

I can’t claim to know anything about poetry, but one line from a poem we heard last night at the writers meeting has stuck in my head and become a mantra for the immediate future.  It’s not particularly poetic, I … Continue reading → Continue reading →