stretching & growing
Last winter my back, usually pretty problem-free, piped up in a fit of pique. The immediate cause was clear: a week-long yanking-about by my parents’ overgrown Lab puppy– one irresistibly adorable beast in that compensatory fashion employed by most difficult critters (babies, spouses) to ensure an otherwise questionable survival. This energetic canine visitation exacerbated daily and, more problematically, nightly ...
life! an anthem!
Anthem. It’s got a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Confident. Upbeat. If not outright optimistic. Full to the grinning brim with bravado and tally-ho! O, blow ye buglers, it be mine Anthem. Animato – vivo – presto! Just now I was busy doing the odd bit of tidying up and happened across a pretty sorry view behind ...
Ingrown
45 years old and all I can see is this damn blemish. O panoply of most microscopic yet irksome concerns… it would feel more worthwhile to occupy myself with someone *else’s* needs, a child’s for instance, legitimate, developmental… but that there’s a whole ‘nother topic for another post. In the meanwhile I excavate the geography ...
simple pulse
weekend morning peace– hanging in the quiet kitchen with the wee beastie snoozing at the foot of my stool, chimes singing away through the open balcony door. following a few days of clogged kitchen sink drain, maintenance maestro snaking it out yesterday, this morning I’ve done loads of dishes and somewhat mastered the workspace chaos– ...
daily life
it is perhaps a terrible irony, but I do believe that living in such close proximity, packed like cockaroaches right on top of one another, relieves people of their inborn civility
quotidian thrash
another fine book with “dog” in the title (no mystery why these jump off the shelf at me)
may you live in interesting times
indeed. went out to my local sandwich joint to sit and read my escapist novel for a little mid-day oasis– but the tv set to CNN chattering away excitedly over my head had other plans. odd, but the u.s. presidential campaign is beginning to feel like little more than a distraction…
yellow dawn
the colors at sunset and sunrise have been startling and super-saturated– last night it was golden-orange against the building opposite for a good while, instensifying bit by bit into darkness– this morning I awoke from busy dreams desperate to pee, and when I returned to bed, the color of framed window light arrested me– a ...