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…
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…
Rita, or How I Learned Domesticity
She couldn’t have stood much more than 5’2” tall. She wore thick, oversized glasses and had dark, black, short hair. I assumed that years later, in her old age, she would look like a heavier version of Sophia from Golden Girls – the fiery, speak-her-mind, no nonsense matriarch who both epitomized, and was a caricature…
Finding Time to Play
It’s 7am here in Memphis and surprisingly cool. According to weather underground it’s 73 degrees and feels like 73 degrees. It’s overcast – just a wall of gray. The forecasts have been way off the last few days. The promised torrential rains and floods never happened. Well, we got rain overnight a couple of times,…
Towards a Personal Statement of Being
I don’t think I wanna to be enlightened. I admit, it’s hard to “think” my way through a statement like that. And I’m not talking in the “ignorance is bliss” kind of way but in the I think I might reject the idea of enlightenment kind of way. It’s the classic circular argument. Accepting everything…
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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…
The Power of Pez
I can remember eating Pez from my Spiderman dispenser and pretending they gave me super strength the way spinach made Popeye strong. Sometimes I’d roll up my sleeves and flex the way a four-year-old flexes as if to say “look at me, I have muscles.” I’m pretty sure the Pez were also anti poison pills,…
Greed
I’m not sure I have much to say tonight. I’ve changed up my schedule from writing in the morning day to writing at night. I’m not sure I’ll keep this schedule, it just seems to be the way things have worked. The day was like most, walks and messing around with web design and reading…
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;…