I can see my breath in the morning chill. The temperatures are in the upper 40s and I’m thinking about how I’m not ready for the cold. I’ve already noticed how much less time in the light I have for things like dog walks, trips to the park, and runs. Oddly, when I think about…
Small Thoughts, Shorter Days
9-20-21The few wisps of clouds in the early morning sky are painted cotton candy pink. The full light of day hasn’t quite reached the ground yet. I’m putting off walking the dog or getting ready – though I’ve already built my to-do list a few times in my head. I sit at the dining room…
The Grump
This was last weekend… It’s sunny and mostly clear—mid-sixties on a Sunday morning. The sky is a cloudless, powdery bluish-white. Because yesterday and today have been, and are, a mix of emotions for a lot of different reasons, I’m a little stuck on what to write and feeling wholly inadequate about it. Yesterday morning, I…
Summer’s End
There’s a man on the roof of my neighbor’s house. He’s pulling up shingles and nails. To do this, he uses a tool that looks a little like a spade. He slides it under the shingles and pries them up. I can hear the scrape and thud as it slides under and then stops short…
Why I’m More of a Cat Person
Almost a half of a year together with my dog, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m more of a cat person than I am a dog person. I feel a little bad saying that, but it’s true. Compared to cats, dogs are ridiculously high-maintenance. Sure, they do some goofy and funny things and…
In Search of a Subject
“Where your next chapter begins.” That was the subject line of Lisa’s email from Hawk Ranch. Her email continued: “Picture yourself among a cluster of trees that sway gently in the breeze. Look past the lush, green backdrop to our beautiful pond….” Reading this opening, I’m left questioning the effectiveness of an email marketing campaign…
The Seasons Change on a Monday
Joe was a little drunk and ogled every woman that passed by. He loves it when they wear dresses. His royal blue safari style fishing hat with the sides rolled up was too small for his head. His hair hung down on the sides, straw colored and unkempt. He had thick, almost goggle like glasses,…
Not an Adult
Today I recognize (because celebrate is probably too strong a word) another trip around the sun. It’s strange to be as old as I am and still not quite feel like an adult… or somehow feel like I’m less of an adult than other people my age. It’s not that I feel childish or immature,…
A Few Things Worth Attending to
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…
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…
Greed
For a few days, the sunrise was eerie and spectacular. The wildfire haze in the atmosphere had created an orange glow with essentially no corona. The other night the moon was almost full and for a brief while I drove home on a straight road heading towards the silhouette mountains with a big moon overhead….