This entry was written yesterday. Somehow the evening slipped past me, must have been moving all that wet laundry hanging on the outside line, to drape it on furniture inside the house. The country house showing is today. Quite frankly I can’t imagine anyone falling in love with a home in the country during the… Continue reading Staring Down the Dirty Laundry
Month: June 2015
Safe Arrival
Arrival Sometimes I write an entire entry, just letting it all hang out, letting every emotion that passes through me utter a cry on the page, naming names, shouting, laughing, crying, cringing… Ah, but words are too powerful to let them run wild in the streets of the digital highway. And so I write, and… Continue reading Safe Arrival
Never Alone
During this spring stay at the little house in the city, I have not been alone. Because I am organizing, the house is in a state of chaos, I have exterior doors open frequently as I am in and out constantly, so I have not had Diesel here to visit. I have other company. Grackles.… Continue reading Never Alone
Watching the paint dry and the time fly…
Tuesday, June 2, 2015 Disheartening news this week, a dear, dear friend has lung cancer, he just found out on Tuesday, June 2, 2015, his right lung will be removed in the next few weeks. My heart embraces you brother. I have decided to regard dying as the finish line. My loved ones, who broke… Continue reading Watching the paint dry and the time fly…
The Quiet
[Written Sunday Night] It is quiet here tonight. I sit at the kitchen table. I can hear the intermittent patter of rain, on the awning, just outside the kitchen window. We are alone together, those insistent raindrops and I. They remind me that the world is carrying on regardless of human feelings, and they comfort… Continue reading The Quiet