Aches
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Holding patterns and endings
Yesterday morning, I was awakened by my phone which is rarely kept in my bedroom at night. My iPad keeps me company instead. If my phone rings, and it never does, then the wonders of modern technology will allow my… Continue reading
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Billy Collins and stiff upper lips
I love Billy Collins. He makes me think differently about the things I think about. His sometimes irreverent, and certainly candid perspective always stops me long enough to think: Really? Do I need to take myself that seriously? It’s refreshing.… Continue reading
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Empty Nest Syndrome
It’s been just more than a month since I finished my year’s obligation and I’ve busied myself with all sorts of things I wouldn’t exactly describe as constructive. The weather here has been far less than summery, with the… Continue reading
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Moving right along.
As is often read, time heals all, and I’m slowly becoming accustomed to being out in the working world again. The adjustments I’ve had to make are minor compared to what others may have to experience under similar circumstances because… Continue reading
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Sunrise and Musical Cars
I’ve spent some time going back through what I’d written at this time last year. In much the same way that I can go through photos, which always tell a different story than words, it helped me understand more than… Continue reading
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What’s the point of this, anyway?
It’s funny how things sometimes change, and as much as I can see that beginning to happen — to not want it to happen — it does anyway. There’s nothing I can do about it. Things that once mattered end… Continue reading
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It’s not easy being Green.
I know you’re sick of hearing it, but it is what it is. I’m sick. My head feels as if it’s the size of Barbie’s, the right side of my throat (if not constantly lubed up with scorching hot tea… Continue reading
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Who pulled our plugs?
A couple of days ago, on the day after the official end of busy season, I was speaking to someone at work and mentioned that I’d considered calling 911 when I woke up that morning, in jest, of course. You… Continue reading
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Whoa.
It’s not easy to put in full work days after you’ve been sort of retired for more than a year. If I didn’t know it before, I know it now: I am not a spring chicken. I may have been… Continue reading
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Horoscopes and Fairy Godmothers
When I actually think to read my horror-scope, I like to read it at the end of the day. Somehow, it’s all so much more mysterious when given the day’s events, I’m able to analyze the extent to which the… Continue reading