it's a convoluted mess
S: I like my narrative better. R: You need a new joke. S: New? I’ve used it TWICE. R: EXACTLY. S: Hey listen. R: Go on. S: We all know how I feel about dead horses. R: No. We don’t. S: Yes we do. R: No. I’m sure there are a few of your critters who haven’t heard yet. — He makes me laugh. Every single day. Fourteen years. This past year has been impossibly… Keep reading…Fourteen…
Brain Dump: Writing About Writing… Every time I think I have successfully refocused my brain to work on a given story, Basil leans on my shoulder all, Yeah proud of you, but how ’bout this one? But he doesn’t usually have any sort of useful inspiration to offer for working on that one, but it’s enough of a distraction to derail what focus I had on the other one and the cycle begins anew. I… Keep reading…Maybe not so much…
September. Finally. Already. Whatever. It’s still ninety-some degrees outside with a heat advisory. And an extreme fire weather watch because drought. But at least August is fucking over. August sucked extra hard this year. Anyroad. A few weeks back, Bob came home from work (first in a long time that he had to actually go into the office) and stated, “I feel like we need an owlbear around here.” So… S: To be fair, you… Keep reading…Can’t be denied…
I shoveled dirt into my brother’s grave. I fucking hate that statement. Back in November, Mom told me that Joe was going to be cremated and in the spring he would be buried at the cemetery in Savage where my [paternal] grandparents are. Spring ended up being August 25th. It was a smaller crowd this time, but think it was meant to be that way. We gathered at the cemetery in the late morning. It… Keep reading…Celebration of Life…
August. Ish. We finally have our access road back. Mostly. There’s still a big torn-up mess all around it, but our dirt hill exit has been obliterated and we have fresh asphalt, curbs, and retaining wall. The house is still being violently shaken at all waking hours of the day, however. BUT they have opened a long closed intersection and a whole new service road that didn’t previously exist so there are two new ways… Keep reading…Just a matter of survival…
July. We all know how I feel about July. I have tried a dozen times to write something here and every time I open up a draft my brain just says, Yeah no. GFY. Then when I did write something, I deleted it. Because I can. The cooling fan I keep under my laptop has suddenly taken to randomly rattling very loudly and then stopping just as sudden. Then it stopped rattling, but it was… Keep reading…Here today, forgot tomorrow…