For the first time in 20 years (or at least I think it’s the first time) I will miss the 4th of July party that my friends and their parents host. They weren’t sure if they were going to have it this year. A week or two ago they said it was back on. These…
Category: Dear Diary
Of Little Consequence
The other day, I added a new sub-category, dear diary, to the blog. I’m not sure if it will make any sense – but the idea was to create a spot where the annoyingly (to me) mundane posts will go. The ones that I don’t care for but inevitably write. The ones that talk about…
Dear Diary
I’ve been avoiding writing. As best as I can tell it’s for a few different reasons: I’ve been thinking a lot about what I’m going to do next (without a whole lot of options); I’ve been coming around to accepting that anger at my ex (as much as I want to believe it’s never the…
FAILED MEDITATIONS
Tonight was another night when my mind was all over the place. I read a bit more of the book I started. Loved this passage – almost spit my drink out. It’s about an Irishman on his first trip to New York in the 70s. I boarded a bus amid the swelter and noise. Later…
PANIC (SORTA) AT THE GROCERY STORE
Even though I plan to be out of town for a bit, I needed to get things like cat food and some staples for when I get back (I’m out of bread and milk and eggs). Quite honestly the news on this virus has been all over the place, and I suspect we’ll end up…
FREE WEDNESDAY AT THE BROOKS
The Memphis Brooks Museum of Art has free admission on Wednesdays. Today happens to be a Wednesday – score. After a long morning of writing, thinking, reading, and exercise – a visit to a museum seemed in order. It is a fairly small museum – though when I look at their collection online – I…
MY MONTH IN MEMPHIS
On October 17, 2019 I pulled the Penske truck up to a spot just across the street from my building. I “checked in,” brought the cat in, and then spent the next few hours helping the two guys I hired unload my furniture and get everything in to the apartment. I returned the truck, walked…
ANOTHER META (MUCIL)
Again, skipped a few days. Not for lack of content. And now, it’s late. I’m tired. I feel obligated to say something. I don’t think I could do a good job. So write about what I should write about? Friday (yesterday) was my last day at United Way. The cards my co-workers gave me were…