When I began to write this post, I went on Safari and noticed two tabs open, both of them having to do with a TV show I was watching (recaps and commentary). One of them was more of a bookmark, but the other could be closed. And as soon as
My night owl friend called again the other night, 3:30am. I managed to silence it and go back to sleep. It’s really a mild irritation on my part — this is just who he is, and he’s lonely and sentimental and he works until the wee hours. I
An old and dear friend called me very early this morning. He does this, being a night owl and usually staying up until dawn. He likes to leave voice messages and never expects anyone to answer, and I guess assumes that we all know how to mute our phones. My
Earth is 4.5 billion years old, we’re told. Roughly. Everything in geologic time is rough. This has been divided into four eons, which have varying lengths, delimited by events. The current eon, the Phanerozoic, began around 540 million years ago when the first hard-shelled creatures appear in
A short story: Influenza is going through a community. For most people, it’s a 3-day affair, not bad. Some people take a bit longer to recover. Some people actually take a few months, but by then they’ve forgotten all about that bug back in October. They figure
This summer we had a lot of renovation work done on this house. Most of the big problems were fixed a couple of years ago, so this was mostly for comfort and cosmetic improvements. We got a new bathroom downstairs, which was the biggest thing. We also had new flooring
I am a lifelong seeker of just the right word. I’ve always been this way. I don’t know how or if it resulted in my becoming a writer, although there are obvious arguments to be made. I had my fingers in many pies when I was younger, though,
I do a lot of housework. Or, really, a lot of what I do is housework. Because it’s something I can do. The first couple of years, I had lots of routines to give my days structure. Not only personal hygiene stuff (but that was important), but chores around
I was thinking about the word “careless” yesterday, trying it out. These days, we mostly use it as a synonym for negligent, not paying attention. Not taking care. But the first definition for the word is “to not have a care.” We would use carefree these days, but whatever. I’
I made the above image yesterday (I think). I can’t remember what inspired me, although I’ve thought about through the looking glass as a metaphor for my experience many times. I told my grandson this was the cover to a graphic novel about my experiences with long Covid.
My driveway has an event horizon, beyond which nothing escapes. Not a basketball, not a small child, not a drop of water — go just over the lip at the top of the drive, and your next stop is in the garage. My house sits at the intersection of two hills.
I'ver been thinking a lot about the Red Sea crossing. Not that one. About 70,000 years ago, a band of humans, perhaps hundreds or a few thousand, crossed the Red Sea from what is now Djibouti in east Africa into west Asia (Arabia; modern Yemen). Everyone who