Days of my Life #55

Give it Back Already! OK I’m playing with words again. Except...At this time it’s really not play. I mean business! IF you are currently living in any big city or a small one, I’m certain, unless you are fucking blind or have a severe case of NIMBY tunnel vision, you cannot avoid seeing the homeless …

Days of my Life #52

Motivation. Am I stuck in the midst of “who gives a fuck town” or “I’ll do it when I damn well feel like it” as I float over “in a rut isle”? Maybe it’s only for today, though I think it’s been this past week (month?) where I’ve felt it would be better to be …

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 #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.” …