Days of my Life #50

Ghosted on Match.com I know. I know. Mercury is in retrograde a few more days so I should’ve immediately realized the guy who was hitting me up was either married, an ax murderer, an at-home- jackoff- of all trades, or a fake...but what the heck? I was looking for love. It all started out quite …

Days of my Life #49

Did ya miss me? Then you’d betta kiss me! I’ve been taking a break. I decided to let my creative juices stew like a good cassoulet or in honor of our garden and the summer, pickles in a sweet and sour umami brine. Creativity is like that. You just never know when a Rush is …

Days of my Life #48

“This shit is too weird for words.” “Like sci fi.” “As the stomach turns.” “So surreal, seriously.” “Its Like a bad dream.” “Hard to get my head wrapped around this...” Those were the snippets/phraselettes that zipped through my brain as masked daughter and I snaked our way through Trader Joe’s (Aldi’s foster child, originally birthed …

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 …

Days of my Life #46

“What will they say about us?” That’s what my inner muse spoke this morning? “...when we are but dust in the wind and our way of life is no more”, she continued. I knew, with words like that, I had to write today. So unlike yesterday and the day before when I felt like napping …

Days of my Life #45

I’m entitling this piece: Where Was I? Or... Attempting to hop back on my train of thought even though I’ve been continuously derailed. It’s so damn easy to get distracted these days. Just a few months ago I was visiting friends and family in LaLaLand, celebrating my big 7-0, then considering a new career in …

Days of my Life #44

There’s no Shit it’s Just Compost. That’s what I’ve told my clients ...the ones recovering from trauma and abuse. It’s been several decades since I first began using that phrase and it still works. It’s always brought ah ha’s, laughter and head nods. Anyone who gardens successfully knows that the best soil is full of …

Days of my Life #43

I fed the animals yesterday. Tired of being cooped up at home and overwrought by the crap state of our country, we (daughter, grandson and I) drove the hour plus to Johnson City, Texas to the Exotic Resort Zoo where, from the comfort of our car’s air conditioning, we petted, viewed and fed an assortment …

Days of my Life #42

Solitaire. Sex. Politics. Solitaire. I do regularly play the game and use it as a form of meditation. That’s my game but it is also a metaphor, a reflection of my present, my life. “Oh sure,” you’re saying, “but you don’t really live a solitary life because your daughter and grandson are there with you.” …

Days of my Life #41

Ya know, when I woke up this morning all I could think about was the amazing robot vacuum cleaner that had done an absolutely superb job sucking up all the undesirable crap from my floor. Happy to have such a friendly, efficient little rolling vacuuming machine, I decided to immediately do my morning routine in …