And we would average, what, ten miles a day? She asks. Yeah it looks like it. The river is almost 2,400 miles, she says. Maybe we could do half instead. I don’t know what that means, I Think. “I don’t know what that means,” I Say. It will take 8 Read more…
If Heaven is in the sky, then maybe clouds are cities of souls. Soul-Cloud-New-York. Cloud-Reno. Cloud-Tiny-Little-Town-In-the-Plains-Somewhere. And then when it rains, each drop of water is a soul leaving the city to visit loved ones. When they’re done hanging out and checking on us, they evaporate back up to Heaven. Read more…
I don’t really know what I don’t know. That seems to be the problem. ‘Trial and Error’, they say. More like, ‘Think-it’s-perfect-97-times before you find out you missed the boat entirely. All 97 times’. And maybe you’re an idiot but you don’t really think that could possibly be true. Is Read more…
I dream a lot. I dream of swimming with talking piranhas who don’t feel like I’m a good enough snack to even bother. Then I get hauled into a boat by a net and I wonder if I am really a trout. I dream of pulling tapeworms out of a Read more…
Fall moves south 200 miles per day, they say. Zippity-zip. This year I guess it decided to move a thousand miles a day and it’s already in Mexico because it snowed on the mountain last night and I don’t know if I can handle seven full months of winter. ‘I’m Read more…
Fall is a Cheat. It’s cheating me out of floating around in my inner tube and wearing t-shirts outside and walking around barefoot. Cheating me out of sandwiches with pickles and wasabi mayo. Cheating me out of early morning walks with the dogs. The deck umbrellas are put away and Read more…
They came out of nowhere. A huge German Shepherd and a big mutt resembling a Ridgeback. Sherlock was chasing the ball into the sagebrush and was bowled over by the German Shepherd. He leaped up just as the other dog got there. They circled him. One on each side. Sherlock Read more…
The storm dumped so much water in such a hurry, it suddenly fell asleep. Rain-rain-rain swimming pools of rain falling nonstop from the blackness of the sky and then BAM. NAP TIME. All gone. So quiet. The crickets were like, SCORE!, and started singing and celebrating as the eerie silence Read more…
I wanted a tattoo. Because now I can claim I’m a free spirit and will not be defined by conventional office jobs. They hold no magic. “You’re Not the Boss of Me!” I holler at no one in particular. I know the fierceness of the wind and the desperation of Read more…
The sun is a little softer these days. Gentler. No biting and screaming and punching. ‘He’s gone soft,’ I smile to myself. So it’s September now, and I don’t mind all that much. The plums have been consumed and the peaches long disappeared into cups of yogurt and almonds and Read more…