This morning, I am tired. I drifted off to sleep around midnight then drifted unwillingly back into consciousness around five. I am still shaking the sleep off and predict a late afternoon nap. But, really, there may not be time. In the late afternoon, I also have to go down to Jake’s gym and do... Continue Reading →
Number 279: HDR, Day 40 — Hoodwinked and Double-Crossed
George the Kitten is on a tear. He’s been tearing for the last half hour. He chased three-times-his-size Binks into the laundry room twice, then started leaping off Pete’s crate and almost landing on Joe’s back. I’m pretty sure he wants to *actually* land on Joe’s back, and will, eventually, pull off this feat of... Continue Reading →
Number 278: HDR, Day 39 — Trying to write something sensical in a noisy coffee shop
Writing at a coffee shop. Gotta let the sound go. Tables full of people talking. Voices only noise. Something with the echo. Sound waves and how they ricochet. Now and then a word breaks through. Caroms out like a billiard ball (streak of red against the green-felt static) to finally collide with some random free-range... Continue Reading →
Number 272: HDR Day 33, I’m back, with llamas
[Note: HDR was cancelled approximately forever because of the world’s worst cold. There were times I thought it would be over soon and times (soon after) when I thought it would never end. But those are now the dark times, and we shall cease to speak of them.] Today we will begin at the ending.... Continue Reading →
Number 270: HDR Day 31, When mist falls away
Good evening, everyone. I am pleased to report that Yoga & Meditation is going better now that I’ve found the classroom and the bathroom and am visiting both in the proper order. Tonight, we lay on our backs and listened to the instructor play a gong, which became, after a while, a little bit like... Continue Reading →
Number 269: HDR, Day 30, Tired Slips In
Tired slips in. Great oaf that he is, with a sack on his back and mud on his shoes, it’s a wonder I don’t hear him coming. It’s a wonder I don’t notice him until he’s right under my nose, taking up half the couch with his elbows and spreading legs, chewing popcorn in my... Continue Reading →
Number 268: HDR Day 29, A Story about Don
I’ve lived here a little over a year now. And in a little less than a month, it will be a year since I came down with COVID and recovered just in time for my wedding. In that time, I’ve gotten used to things — like walking along the lake with the dogs in the... Continue Reading →
Number 267: HDR Day 28, Brief Sketch of a Sunday Morning
Sunday, before sunrise. The clock on top of the little curio shelf in the corner is ticking, ticking, ticking — ticking the seconds till sunrise. Its ticking, which I do not notice sometimes, echoes now in the quiet house. It makes a clatter, I think, and a nuisance of itself. The double windows looking out... Continue Reading →
Number 265: HDR, Day 26, Come to the page
Come to the page. Come to the page on a windy night, as the cat on the porch slips out of sight, and the growling dog gives up the fight. Come to the page. Come to the page when the waves are high, when they froth and crash ‘neath a glistening sky, which holds both... Continue Reading →
Number 264: HDR, Day 25, Brief moment from a walk in late September
The man on the tavern roof was shirtless in late September. Skinny and muscled with tattoos down his shoulders, he squatted over the rotten boards with a hammer in one hand and nails in the other. He smiled at me when I smiled at him. Though, I think, had I not looked and smiled first,... Continue Reading →