I like sitting and doing nothing. I’ve had a mental theme running through my head for the better part of the morning: “a world of little urgency / a world of lesser urgency” Even though it’s early August, the weather is downright autumnal. It’s in the low 50s and the sun is shining. I have…
Category: Dear Diary
Minding the Sun(day)
Starting the month on a Sunday feels like an opportunity to once again try to find a groove, or build momentum, or, or, or… I’ve had the type of weekend I think I’ve been longing for. I’ve exercised, walked, sat at a coffee shop, went to see a band, bought fresh, local produce at a…
Miss Your Rain
Last night, sitting in the grass listening to music, I met and talked to a woman whose name I forget. It was something Nordic like Ingrid or Greta. She had a very Nordic / Scandinavian look – by which I mean slender build, blond hair, blue eyes. She was with her husband who might have…
WingFest
On Thursday night, under the fading light of dusk, I sat listening to music at an outdoor show / wingfest. There were probably a few hundred people at the concert. The lines for everything (especially the wings) were long. About half-way through the event they started running out of the good beer. I don’t think…
Carefree Sparkle and Fade
My parents have been visiting this week – well two of the four of them. The intention was for them to help out (be around) as contractors came to pour a concrete slab and then an HVAC company would come and replace the AC unit. It’s been hot and crowded (compared to what I’m accustomed…
Sunday Hike: Golden Eagle Trail
I went for a hike this weekend. Actually, I got out quite a bit. On Friday, I met up with a colleague and his girlfriend for dinner – after which we went to his friend’s house for a fire pit (where I quickly befriended a hefty pit bull named Tank). On Saturday I went downtown…
Old Dog, New Tricks
Today was our first day of dog training – which was probably more about Matt training than it was Kimbrough training. For the pup… well, he did great and got way more treats than he would normally get in an hour. For me, I recognized some of my weaknesses and failures as a human being…
Looking for Third Spaces
The daily struggle continues. It seems silly to call it a struggle (comparatively speaking). First world problems of privilege and comfort – finding time to read, write, exercise… feeling guilty because each evening I let chunks of time slip by. I wrote a little this weekend (mostly what’s below). I’ve exercised a few days in…
Guarding Time
I had just started to exercise when my dad called. I didn’t answer. I saw the little notification that I had a call. Then another one – he left a message. The guilt of not answering, the new obligation to call back…. it ate at me. I tried to focus on exercising and could feel…
Foreign Correspondent
There was something about the pile at the end of the curb that seemed like something more than the usual spring cleaning trash. It looked haphazard and hurried. Maybe it was the size of the pile: four feet high by about ten feet long and a few feet deep or maybe it was the guitar…
Ticking Away…
Throwing stuff away, cleaning the table, deleting spam emails. This is me wanting to sit down and be productive (write) but putting it off. I’d love to say that it’s about trying to make space or clear out… but it feels more like it’s about tackling some easy things instead of the thing staring me…