I still have only two modes of being: focused on getting stuff done or prone. It’s not the way I’d like to be. Now I’m trying to write something interesting and just coming up empty. When in doubt, a bulleted list can help, so let’s do this day by grey, dismal day. Monday: It snowed.… Continue reading Spring is circling, looking for parking

I figured it out a few months back, right after I discovered the Commodores were my favorite band and all the songs I’d loved as a child are Commodores songs. I’d heard them in other people’s cars and I thought white people sang them. I’m examining this belief because it sounds preposterous. Not just racist… Continue reading I have a working philosophy of life (which does touch on aggression, my current favorite subject)

Maggie is very, very busy. People are coming in from the back and from the front. People go in and hammer, or they go in and come out with stuff. Or they put stuff in the backs of trucks and drive away. Or they pump heating oil into the basement. Truth be told, we do… Continue reading In the frigid dark winter, bubbling bubbles from next door

I vacillate between extreme smuggery and epic self hatred, so it’s hard to tell what’s actually happening in general, on the macro level. On the micro level, Calvin has some work so is very boisterous on his meetings. My work is okay, except for the part where the overlords debate as to whether the media… Continue reading Pushing through the muck of daily life to future delights (of hassling teenagers)

I’m on a bit of a rampage, which I go on every few years. Usually they are so painful but so far this one has proceeded peaceably. I am working on decoupling aggression from anger. It’s very hard. And for the record, being called a badass is not a compliment. In other news my mother… Continue reading Tons of action, not a lot of writing

This weekend I prep for a colonoscopy on Monday morning. At 53, I’ve evaded this procedure through the genius of pharmacological progress, meaning I did that Cologuard thing, where you send a poop sample through the mail (or UPS?) and they say, “yeah, pretty good.”  That was good enough at 50, but not good enough… Continue reading In which I realize I am in a relationship

Oh yes, I know I can go back and change it later but that seems like cheating. I have this rule in my head stating this blog must be written in the moment of action so it accurately captures my state of mind, which is the thing one cannot ever remember that well. I struggle… Continue reading It’s crippling, creatively, to have to start with a headline

I can’t make that reference work, but I tried. It’s evening of Christmas Day, my mother has departed for Colorado, and Maggie is simmering in her special sauce. Just two days ago we realized she installed the loudest wind chimes ever, right before the massive cold front swept through and it was shockingly cold. After… Continue reading Post-Christmas, she gave us her heart