The last good walk with the dog in tow, or vice versa, was about four weeks ago. The snow got too deep, the hill too steep, and even she was huffing and puffing—fighting through the snow drifts. I’ll admit that I was huffing and puffing with more vigor. Some might look at it as distress….
Author: Tim Cotton
AI Can’t Find My Way Out of Here-Pull the Plug
I am writing today to notify the regulars that I will never utilize artificial intelligence in creating my blog posts. Not even on ‘the Facebook.’ From this simpleton’s point of view, I think it borders on electronic plagiarism. Even if only used to gather an idea for a post. Yes, the strange things I come…
Looking Forward
The promises of spring on the Jagged Edge of America wake me up earlier than ever. My dad always told me that I should plan something short-term and long-term that I looked forward to doing. I have trouble focusing on the long term, so I select things, events, or milestones only three or four months…
Friends and Gutters
I removed another annoyance from my life this week. All it took was three phone calls and an outlay of cash. While it wasn’t cheap, it wasn’t all that expensive. I’d never gotten an estimate before. Each time I walked under the leaking gutter, I would look up and survey the entire length. Being a…
Darn Good Paper Bags—and Butter
Yes, this piece was written for my blog, but I put it on Facebook. The thing about Facebook is that they limit your reach for whatever reason, so I am placing it here on my Newslog, just in case someone has left that other fickle social media playland. Be well. TC It’s likely because I…
Fridge, Coffee Maker, Microwave
. While my early rising doesn’t guarantee that I am polished enough to shine, I get some of my best contemplation done between four and seven a.m. Since the Significant One needed to be at the airport by three-forty-five to be on time for a five-fifteen from here to there, I decided to grab a…
The Kiss of Life
One lousy inch of snow overnight put me into the dooryard after my weekly breakfast with the boys and a stop off at my parent’s place. By mid-morning, the temperatures were rising, but I decided to plow the pile left at the mouth of the driveway by state-sanctioned plow trucks. Then I scraped up the…
No Respect
I apologize if you have already heard this; I know you haven’t read it. Not from me. It took me some time to figure it out. I needed to be away from the job for a while. If you don’t know already, I was a cop for thirty-four years. I only say that because…
Thursday Musings: Writing About Writing
One might believe that a person who now attempts to squeeze out a living from writing would have something to say. A weekly blog? Who can’t pull that off? Me! A quick review of the electronic deliveries to the reader makes it evident that these posts come to you about every week and a…
One Last Thing
I’ve looked down upon the sad-looking Red Wings for a couple of months. Late summer and early fall found them stowed on the floor of the backseat of my truck. They fit the bill as something that looked to have been “rode hard and put away wet.” After spending some time walking about in…