July Eleventh, again
Some days you wake up feeling decent – I can tell those days because of how the day starts. Good sir Mark wrote for today of the ideas of our nature is not changed, but enhanced when we find ourselves in the …
July Tenth, again
How fragile we humans are when a few likes, laughs and replies on a FaceBook post brings concentrated self-worth to you, on a sunny Friday morn? Good sir Mark’s word recently have been on the simple – in-between is what kills us, …
July 7th, again
And so how to keep at it when it seems I’m tripping through each and every minute of each and every day for the last … who knows, 27 years? 4 months? sigh. I have little things each day that make my …
July First, again
Hi. Hope you’re getting through this chaotic time decently. As I enter the ‘next’ month of uncertainty and confusion, well – why not overload my ‘things to do list’ with all the creativity I’ve been wanting to craft, eh? //12:02a+2Jul2020=Thursday, barely | …
“there’s nobody here” – you don’t have to go on, oddly in April
“My pouch” says Rumbly, as I sit here pondering what to write. So I’m off to the kitchen, change the music that plays from the Bluetooth speaker on top of the fridge. Choose Overkill by Colin Hay – it’s as if 49 …
A Tuesday with actionable choices, oddly in March
//1:38p+3/3/20= Super Duper Tuesday || utterly inoffensive jazz-light guitar plays over the conference call line // I am alone, waiting. They might be here, but I have low expectations. A nice place to hunt & peck a bit of writing though! Is …
love turns to rust, even in January
What if I had the confidence I used to not even think I had or needed? what if my doubts that I embraced these past months were never allowed in? what if I had the power to leave the issues at the …
Winding things up, another decade goes by, oddly in December
|| 351 : 17 Dec 2019 @00:01|| we arrive at tuesday, somewhat surprisingly a new layout, a new attempt? we begin, again. :: s :: | Respice ad diem hanc | “Don’t Forget to Be Awesome”
Pondering fragile resiliance, even in November
miss ya dad wishing I knew you better oh – well, the 1:55p ‘last edited’ time stamp would be incorrect – I started – and the following words – were noted during good sir John Richard’s annual ‘Mom Show’ on keXp, so …
Even on a Saturday in 2019 I can hear myself from the past
the pitter patter of little feet … smacking the wall. Oh Rumbly, nothing under the sun is new, is it? for 2 years I’ve been amazed that my folks let me live. I didn’t realize what a shit I was – all …