“Ruffled feathers and endless squawking over a minor difficulty is typical of a crow’s life. I lean back on the counter and realize that could be my line….”
It’s a smidgen past 9:00 am when Larry parades across our bedroom holding up three fingers. Which could only mean one thing. It took him three tries to complete today’s wordle challenge and the only reason he is gloating is that it took me four. Retirement. What’s not to like? I say, “I thought you […]
A blog is like a snapchat in time, it appears, and within a short cycle is forgotten. It mimics the rhythm of our emotional life, the food one consumes, and the headlines. Unless Larry has said or done something memorable, I have no idea what I will be blogging about, until I open the page, and start writing. […]
It is almost Independence Day and I’m listening to Blake belt out Your lips taste like sangria (you must click on the song while reading). Just for the hell of it I lick my lips. Nothing. Nada. They taste a little like chapstick and peanut butter. I won’t be falling into a wild warm kiss any time […]
What I think about myself is often reflected in what I choose to notice about others. For example, if I’m feeling fluffy, I’ll notice everyone else’s fluff. If I’m feeling depressed, I gravitate towards people who prefer to frown. If I’m angry, everyone on the highway is a total asshole. Now on the other hand, if I’m […]
“Nothing defines humans better than their willingness to do irrational things in the pursuit of phenomenally unlikely payoffs. This is the principle behind lotteries, dating, and religion,” claims Scott Adams. (He’s a cartoonist) I also think this is how we redesign our future. What do I really want out of this life? Most of the […]
My apologies! I accidentally hit the publish button without knowing! Most of you enjoyed reading an early version of the first draft! New bloggers mistake… “Day is done, gone the sun, from the lake, from the hills, from the sky. All is well, safely rest, God is nigh…” I remember singing that song many a night, […]
Living in the Gap 