I haven’t a Clue, but that’s ok – 4 August 20I22

Once again I’m at a semi-loss as to what I’m doing. With my life in general. Then I think, “You’re 72 years old don’t you think you should know what the fuck you’re doing?” To which I respond, (since I am talking to myself, because whoever you are, you will go on with your life …

Awe come on folks! Vic, Spain -June 21-27, 2022 Retrospective It’s june 22-I am lying in bed. I have a view of three beautiful horses who are chasing each other about their field. Two tiny dogs - a chihuahua that looks like a tiny fat bat who I have nicknamed “potato” or if you wish, …

Days of my Life #56

Move up in the world. Get ahead. Make something of yourself. The above subtitles have been brought to you by, you guessed it, the modern day saga of Capitalism, that good ole boy mythology of mass industrialization, promoted by the corporate white man’s brotherhood which entices, then denies, liberally, especially to people of color, then …

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 #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 #38

Stormy Weather I’ve had that song dittying inside me for the past fifteen minutes. Could it have been the storm of two nights ago or was it the recollection of my lost love? Nevertheless, today I am full of an unusual melancholy. It’s crazy, this feeling, since the sky is blue with some cloudiness here …

Days of my Life #31

I blame it all on a fucking cricket. It’s hiding under our dishwasher, behind the cabinets. It has been rubbing its legs, repeatedly, noisily, infuriatingly, making an infernal racket for over two nights now. All this to attract a mate. Geez, the things one does to get laid. Anyway, now, for these two plus days, …