Category Archives: REALITY

The morning drive around brought good and bad today.  The bad–they’ve changed the textbook for the course this summer.  Shall I wing it with the one I bought last year (dropped the course because, well, it was that kind of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Another rainy Sunday; should have done some gardening and yardwork long ago.  Maybe tomorrow, or Tuesday morning, before it gets so far ahead of me I can’t keep up.  Did nothing last year, except for someone else who couldn’t do … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Working in the barn today, getting caught up on the framing.  Silence, except for raindrops on the roof.  No Willie, I don’t think, because I feel the need to write as well.  Though he inspires me, he takes away the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The cardinal is chirping his fool head off in the dark morning rain.  I don’t know why; the dawn will come regardless. Continue reading →

The humming of the mower, a sign of civilizing nature; musn’t let the grass grow past the collar of the curb. Certainly Mother would appreciate the trimming of the branches of the maples that reach out brotherly to each other, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Okay.  I’m going to my graduation.  Only cause I hafta.  My big sister, Neha, and Gus laid a guilt trip on me because Jim wants me to go.  Hell’s bells–I had to dress up in a wedding gown for him … Continue reading → Continue reading →

…sailor take warning. It’s happening.  Now.  Had started a long time ago, but I forgot to stay alert.  I see the sky. Third time I’ve rewritten this single post.  Second, third thoughts abound.  Triple-think it through and hang back.  Delete. Continue reading →

Strongly feel the urge to get into some kind of trouble just to make me feel alive. Hmmm. Continue reading →

The wise parent acknowledges the difference in his children, and guides them on different paths taking the individualism into consideration.  While my own parents couldn’t see me growing up to be a wild Indian living off berries in the woods, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A little strange, picking women’s pictures on the internet.  He needs someone, I know, and this is not uncomfortable.  Chris knew it, we had talked about it.  If she were here, she’d help.  Jim tells me to be careful.  Someone’s … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Emmylou sings them out to me.  Time stops and I listen:  "Can’t do it no more." Then time starts back up again at triple its speed and I catch a glimpse of the ending. Continue reading →

Spent a small portion of the morning in my neighbor’s fireplace.  Because I am little and she is not.  Covering the piping and wires and levers that lead to a phoney pile of wood, a propane fire.  She had a … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Amazing strength in nature.  The way a wisp of cloud can block the fiery sun from reaching earth.  A dainty weed will crack concrete.  Drops of dripping water rot wooden clapboards of a barn.  A couple voles will ruin a … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Of the weeks before summer.  Of the break between classwork.  Of today… First the loop:  banks, grocery stores, gas. Home:  broken computers, laundry, vacuum, dinner; whenever I come inside. Shop:  frames, cleanup, ordering, dancing; because the store is closed, and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

"Can’t remember if we said goodbye…" "Crossing Jordan" tonight, Woody getting shot, Dr. Macy getting caught in a lie, and in the background, Emmylou with her incredible soulful voice.  A song I’ve heard her sing in my shop a hundred … Continue reading → Continue reading →