Twilight in the park; to dusk, to evening. It’s a nice neighborhood. It was pretty great until my weak ankle gave up with a twist and I did a stumble and skid. Knees are good, but my palm has a nice gash. Glad I have that ankle brace from the SF trip. Still worth it for the time to clear my head and give the pup the lead. He actually …
(how do people type with two thumbs?) What is a written sketch? A verbal doodle? Another evening where I take myself out for dollar oysters. My musings are my companion. Good thing she’s in a good mood. Pretty sure the bloody Mary mix is fresh pureed tomatoes, Worcester, fresh cracked black peppercorns. It’s kinda stunning. (More info… Balsamic vinegar, cumin, ancho, and sumac? What’s sumac?) He made it Sunday for …
Is home defined by a place or persons? It’s where I go for comfort; to hide; to be grounded. That could be either. So I build this sanctuary trying to make it as steadfast and permanent as I can. Places are stationary. People? Not so much. They tend to wander off, so best not to entrust them with that comfort.
All the windows are open. Took the pup for a walk. He’ll always be “the pup”, though he’s an old guy now. I think he’s pretty spry for his age. He spends most of his time sleeping nowadays. “Walk?” I say. He lifts his head expectantly, and we go. I let him lead and sniff all the things he wants. We’re in no hurry and he no longer pulls me. …
Sans makeup. This is my rock star Saturday night. Though I did catch a matinee of “Your Name”. And sat on the couch and watched “BFG” with Gabe. Some good points. Occasionally ambushed by longing. (Stupid feeling). This is where I’m at.
That’s the topic. Heading off to a day conference. Will think more.
Tempus fugit I’d heard the phrase a couple of times. Or, more acurately misheard it as tempest fugit. I figured it was some kind of storm. Nope. Latin phrase for “time flies”. It does. But it does also feel kinda stormy. It’s a bumpy ride. For some reason, this leads me to memento mori. Memento mori (Latin: “remember that you have to die”)[2] is the medieval Latin Christian theory and …
How often does it happen that your head and your heart are in agreement? At seem point one will catch up with the other (though who is in the lead or is ultimately correct is always a separate question). This seems apropos.
Back is whack. Hanging upside down. No. There will be no picture.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder or forgetful. -Peter Pan Most people know the beginning part of that phrase, not so much the second addition. I looked it up. That was Barrie’s take on the phrase. P said he loved me and he left. So saying the thing doesn’t really matter when at the end of the day they’re gone. He felt bad about it but wanted to maintain …
