Days of my Life #47

“Only the Lonely.” By Roy Orbison. Who knows why, since I haven’t thought about that particular song in years. However, that’s the song that creeped into my brain this morning after waking. Was it the dream I had last night about my sweetheart who died nearly eight years ago? Maybe? But probably it has more … Continue reading Days of my Life #47

Days of my Life #16

Breakfast was filling if nothing else; shredded wheat and oat milk with a touch of dark brown sugar and some “why bother” decaf. I have already begun my day by perusing the news and email. Yuck! Even the travel ads are having the “How can I get excited by armchair excursions?”challenge. Just the other day … Continue reading Days of my Life #16

We all Live in a Yellow Submarine Metaphorically speaking. Thank you Beatles, I think.

As some of you have read previously, I am divesting myself of many years of clutter, both mine and that of my very dearly departed Max. Currently I am selling Max's jeep (read previous post - see http://www.maxsjeep.info) plus an assortment of ordinary, bizarre and some very wonderful objets d'arts.  Among these are some Beatles memorabilia which I … Continue reading We all Live in a Yellow Submarine Metaphorically speaking. Thank you Beatles, I think.

Selling Max’s CJ7 – do they drive jeeps in heaven?

Judging by my title, most people who know me also know I'm finally ready to sell Maxie's infamous jeep. For those who don't know me, I can say that the JEEP has been a labor of love, grief, frustration, more love, a lot of tears, a good deal of hard earned cash and help from … Continue reading Selling Max’s CJ7 – do they drive jeeps in heaven?

Will you still need me….when I’m 64?

Yeah, i know, I probably already mentioned...Max and I had a 1984 magnum of champagne we were saving to celebrate a special occasion. We figured it would be a movie role or a script sale for him, a book deal for me, or our combined 64th birthdays. Things change. Max died. The bottle got drunk … Continue reading Will you still need me….when I’m 64?

Cleaning House, or…remembering what’s really important.

Did I tell you? I'm on a cleaning, sorting, trashing, selling,donating and organizing streak. Lookout ebay and Amazon, I'm on a roll! After those recent ingrate jolts (refer to previous post), my desire to purge with great abandon is, well, great! How's that for becoming gratefully energetic in the face of adversity? Why just today … Continue reading Cleaning House, or…remembering what’s really important.

Petrified Can O’Max #5

Tis the holiday season and I am on the road, again! No, I am not moonlighting as a warped, Jewish version of Santa Claus, though I am driving a shiny red ford escape which might be mistaken by nearsighted individuals as a sleigh... But I'm not schlepping tons of wrapped shit across the country or … Continue reading Petrified Can O’Max #5

Sacred Change… Let’s Embrace it!

Why are we so afraid of change ? Alright, I will point my finger at myself. Why am I so afraid of change? This is a question that seems to keep coming up and slapping me in the face. Ouch. Yes, there are other questions, but it appears that the change thingie is the major … Continue reading Sacred Change… Let’s Embrace it!

Can o’Max #4 – The Tour Continues

Once again, I find myself sitting in a hotel room, typing on my trusty iPad, reaching into the cosmos for the words to make sense of this weekend's journey. In celebration of my beloved sweetheart, Max Middleton's 63rd birthday on October 31, Halloween, Samhain, Day of the Dead, All Soul's Day, I am here to … Continue reading Can o’Max #4 – The Tour Continues

Woman steals dog from grieving man.

People can be really fucked up. Yesterday I received a phone call from my friend Dan. He was beside himself. His dog had been stolen. Okay, that news is BAD. I mean who steals a dog? What kind of an a-hole would do that sort of thing? I'll tell you, but it ain't gonna make … Continue reading Woman steals dog from grieving man.