One year ago today my sweet little cat, Paris, died. I sat with her in her dying moments. It was an awful night. She’s been on my mind on and off throughout the day. She was a pain in the ass, bossy when she wanted to be fed, petulant at times, but also as friendly…
Category: Dear Diary
Working Different Angles
Sometimes the colors are even better after the sun has gone down. Sunday night I went for a run with one of my friends and then we grabbed a bite and a drink at an outdoor restaurant/bar, Loflin Yard. We made our way over to the river to catch the last light of day, and…
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I shouldn’t feel pressed for time. Yet, I do. I sometimes wonder how I’m ever going to handle the 9-5 world again. For days, I’ve lamented how little reading and writing I’ve done. For days, I’ve felt like I don’t have anything to write about. Of course, I here a little joker off in the…
Nothing to See Here
Today required more time management than most of my COVID-19 days – which isn’t saying much. When you’re unemployed and limited in your social engagements, it’s easy to lack urgency on most days. Laundry can always be done tomorrow, walks can be taken or skipped, books can be read or not. I have tried to…
Out of Sorts
Nick the cat has an upset stomach. He’s puked twice today – the first time very shortly after he ate, the second time after I gave him a bit more food (figuring he had emptied his stomach out earlier). He seems a little lethargic, but then again he’s a cat and I’m not sure I…
Some Things Worth Holding On To
Today was a mild embarrassment of a day. By that I mean I have very little to show for my efforts. The day fell in to three distinct areas of focus: freelance work, exercise, evening contemplation. If there was a constant, it was Nick the cat’s need for attention and desire for food. Every time…
Que Sera Sera
I can be a nag. Or maybe nudge is the better word, or maybe whiner. I’ve been very lightly chastising myself for not doing the things I want to do or should do or need to do…. I’ve been putting off groceries and laundry (both are done now); I haven’t written a poem in forever;…
Rough Cut
Soooo…. it turns out that maybe I was just hangry when I was feeling like a cranky pants. Actually I just needed to shift gears. Cooking up some dinner and working on the video project were enough to distract me. I put together a rough draft of the video. I’ve about reached the limitations of…
Mr. Cranky Pants
I’m unemployed, single, and it’s uncomfortably hot out. While my morning started off fine enough with a long walk and stop at the farmers’ market, I’ve been cranky for the past few hours. I don’t know if it would be better or worse to have a partner in these moments. On the one hand, they…
Tuesday Evening Coming Down
Well, I woke up Sunday morningWith no way to hold my head that didn’t hurtAnd the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t badSo I had one more for dessertThen I fumbled in my closet for my clothesAnd found my cleanest dirty shirtAnd I shaved my face and combed my hairAnd stumbled down the stairs to…
Sunsets and a Little Swagger
I spent my afternoon reading and editing some of my older posts. I also revised and still didn’t send the email to my ex-fiancee that I mentioned in my earlier post. There’s a good chance I won’t send it. When I’ve reached out in the past a few different things happen. First, I almost immediately…
There Is Always Hope…
I’ve mentioned (and lamented) my new, old habit of wasting time on social media and non-social media (or I guess what could just be called regular old media – news). Entire hours go by, which bleeds into the day, and the next thing I know that cat is bugging me to feed him dinner. The…