Something came to mind when I opened my eyes this morning, and maybe you’ve had the same thought. It doesn’t happen every day, but it seems to permeate my gray matter more after a great night’s sleep. It could be that I am the only one, but I’ve found over the years, mostly by listening…
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May Musings
While the Son and I pounded out two ten-hour days of camp repairs and revelatory renovations, we had to eat. The kitchen has not been restocked, and the salt in the stovetop shakers has solidified to a level that can only be compared to the final iteration of Lot’s wife in the story of Sodom…
Do the Shoes match the Purs…, I Mean, Wallet?
Those are not my sandals. They came in the mail. They actually fit in our streetside mailbox up here on the knoll; the intended recipient’s feet are not all that big, so that’s no surprise. I sent a message to the Significant One regarding the fact that she’d received mail, and she asked that I…
Mummified
I knew it was a bad idea. I placed the order based on my strong recall of freezing on several overnight missions to the camp in the woods. Typically, that happens when I get lazy and let the fire go out before midnight. Oh, and the fact that the Browning Mummy-style sleeping bag was marked…
Spring Chores
From Friday, April 24th, 2026— In a culmination of the long winter’s wait, I’m getting back at it today. The camp in the woods awaits an influx of crusty humans, none under sixty, some over seventy. Most of the participants are sage members of the Breakfast for Schmucks crowd. The outlier is the boy, probably…
Commonalities in Loss
Never one to embrace statistics, trends, and themes, I’ve noted one; it weaves its way through the comments on my page. That is, mentions of a loved one’s death. No human can avoid death, whether ours or someone we love. And I don’t mind it being mentioned, especially if it helps you cope. Sometimes I…
Nope
I don’t know what it is. There’s a contingent of humans who believe that if they ask me to speak or write about specifics on the political spectrum, I’ll acquiesce and change my paradigm. To that, I say two things. No. Oh, and isn’t there enough of that available to us? Two emails this week,…
Gas Grill ‘Elliegy’
Sometimes I’m grateful that Ellie is terrified of bad weather—thunder, sure, and wind, definitely. She paces, going from one room to another, most likely trying to find peace. I like to be notified, and she seems attuned to changes in the weather long before they manifest outside my windows and doors. The problem, as you…
Correct Not, Lest Ye Be Corrected
Initial thoughts among the readership may be that I get up early, all spunky and full of vigor. This is not the case. I need a minute or five. Ellie does, too. I find myself waking up to echoes of her whisper groans emitting from the end of my bed; it’s a process. If her…
Toasted Cheese
My Dad’s birthday was last week. It would have slipped away unnoticed, but only because I forget birthdays just like my Dad did when he was here. While that sounds odd, and might indicate there is some sadness or bitterness, there is none; none at all. That’s why my Dad had my Mom. In my…