The loud thump with a ringing resonance brought me out of dreamland, causing me to sit upright to clear the sleep from my head. “What the heck was that?” It sounded like the metallic PLUNK of an ancient steel gas can as it adjusts to a quick change in temperature. I am so sorry if…
Author: Tim Cotton
Fully-Chained Melody
It stands to reason that I was ignoring the sounds. Sometimes, I have the house music turned up too loud too, so I am sure I’ve missed many of the joyous exclamations blurted out with nary a worry about how it sounds or whom it bothers. My often open bedroom window is within earshot of…
Acting on the Adage
She was walking purposefully, and I could see her coming from about an eighth mile away. She appeared to be about my age, but I am only basing that on the silver streaks in her short hair; it reflected the early morning sunshine enough to conclude that hers was the same color as mine, but…
I Spy With My Little Eye Something Caffeinated.
I’m road trip bound. I could fly. The Significant One piles up the travel points and is willing to share them with me. I declined. By mid-trip, I’ll rethink my strategy. Thirteen hours is a long ride by yourself. I can cover it during daylight hours if prompt in pulling out on time. I’m good…
The Solecism of Suppressing Sadness
I grew up with a lot of uncles. I am down to two that I know of. Like any family, the cruelty of death’s uncontrollable attrition removed many of them from contention of being my current favorite. No one would consider us close-knit, but I have had affection and respect for all of them….
The First Dip
The dip wasn’t planned, like most things I do. On the drive to the camp in the woods, I determined that if I did put the water line into the lake, it could be the earliest date that it ever occurred. For crying out loud, it’s still April. I knew the ice went out around…
Too Many Bathrooms
One cannot argue that the state of the planet is in disarray. No matter where you get your news, it’s clear that something went wrong along the way. Over the last few months, it’s been worse. How can that be? We can’t blame it all on the pandemic, politics, or improper interpersonal communication. We can…
Mud Season Mutterings
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….
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…