{the difficulty of monitoring ones life during a pandemic}

saw a couple dogs yesterday close and personal they each greeted me imposed upon my space and I was glad another dog the day before tiny, a yapper the dog beyond the apartment door on Elkwood I pictured him large, based on sounds and of course the barker across the street I walked a usual … More {the difficulty of monitoring ones life during a pandemic}

life goes on

Our most important signs are signaled to us via nature. At least that’s my opinion. Sun, moon, stars. Or in my case today, a plant. Well, two plants. One a flowering vine which grew from seeds I planted in the spring. Purple flowers. Intertwining and a sort of randomness amongst its beauty. Now it’s done. … More life goes on

arriving

Today my son is playing his guitar in Athens, Georgia. Which is, you most likely know, a musical hotbed. REM. The B-52s. Probably the most well known bands but there are many that hail from Athens. My son’s electric guitar though is here in my home. Not with him because he is a devoted player … More arriving

packin’ up

I am moving. I haven’t exactly announced it to the world. Mainly because I’m not an announce it to the world kinda person. But, yes. Actually I guess what I am currently doing, in writing this, is announcing to the world…  After what seems years and years, but has really only been a few. I … More packin’ up

roses

Sometimes I need a little reminder. Or a big reminder. I look for signs and my kids laugh at me because of it. And yes, I’ve found that “signs” are often my own creations or convenient circumstantial occurrences which mean nothing significant. A certain song playing on the radio. Someone sending a message at a … More roses

trees

I was writing, just now. Well, I’m actually righting now, technically. But before now… What I label “sorta like poetry” because truth be told, I’m not a poet. Although I sometimes write in a different style than my blog posts. So I label it “other writings” on my website and just go with it. I … More trees

the struggle

I just returned from visiting my daughter. She is a student at NYU and this is her spring break week. She invited me a while back, asking if we could stay in Brooklyn. She wanted to get away from her usual area and explore / relax a bit. I agreed it was a good idea, … More the struggle

middle

Written for the most part Saturday morning. Photos/videos added after the fact. Today I plan to escape. Not forever. Not even for a day. Just hours. Driving and listening to whatever I choose to listen to. Yes, I created a playlist. And you wouldn’t like it. Oh, some of you would. But I won’t name … More middle

passageways

There are weeks which are unique. I’m labeling this past one a passageway week. I’m a fan of Narnia. As in the book series written by CS Lewis. How there are passageways into another realm. One minute you’re in the known, comfortable, realistic world. The next, someplace so absolutely different it’s nearly beyond comprehension. Again, … More passageways