2/22/20 Where do I begin today? How do you pick a moment of recollect from a full 24 hours? If you took one 24 hour chunk from everyone in the world you’d have over 7 billion days, experiences, instances just gone. Think of what we could get done with 7 billion 24s working as one.Continue reading “Seven Billion 24’s”
Tag Archives: autobiography
French Toast
2/21/20 I almost didn’t write in my diary today. Not that I wanted to ignore it, but in reality it’s the morning after yesterday and I’m writing this at the kitchen counter cooking French toast.
Kind of Consistent
2/20/20 I started keeping a daily diary over a month ago—about one month, one day. As assumed, my life is no more different. Of course, I am writing every day, and this is my first non-school-related literary project that I have stuck with so consistently. I have found flexibility in a daily diary; I canContinue reading “Kind of Consistent”
Refund
2/19/20 I wonder what happened today. If I can’t remember something is that becaust it was too big or too small to be remembered? Not to say that I remember nothing, but more to say that I worry I remember nothing correctly. How can I recall with 100% accuracy? My memory works like yours. ButContinue reading “Refund”
Drive In
2/18/20 Sometimes I want to be alone. I’ve had thoughts about what I’d do if Amelia & Marie died & I was alone. But then the reality of the situation arises and I realize I’d be hollow for quite a while.
Celestial Paperwork
2/17/20 It was the end of my 3-day weekend and I didn’t feel stressed. The day went. I woke up slow, let the day glide, and enjoyed the morning. Amelia & I arrived at her class around 8:50am, just in time for breakfast. We sat together & she ate peaches & cheerios. We washed ourContinue reading “Celestial Paperwork”
3-Day Weekend
2/16/20 It was a good day. I got new running shoes so I don’t break my feet before August, we went to Amelia’s callback, and we set up times for an audition and photo shoot. It is still weird to me, but any nest egg for her college, or life, is enough. We got home,Continue reading “3-Day Weekend”
Contractual Obligations
2/14/20 It was Valentine’s Day. I will not say much about the holiday. Marie got me slippers. I got her roses & a waffle press. Amelia got the inflated mylar balloon got me. The evening was going well. Marie was working on the kitchen, and Amelia & I were playing. I was going to washContinue reading “Contractual Obligations”
21,915 Days
2/13/20 Today was my mom’s birthday. She turned 60. She’s over twice my age. That’s always weird to think about. At one point in my life she was 35 times my age. What an odd idea—age difference remaining the same, but age ratio changing greatly over a lifetime.
Birds
2/12/20 There is a section in the parking lot of the business park where I work at that touches life. In the back, left corner (if facing North—so, technically, the north-west corner) there is a calf-high concrete jut fixed nicely by a fence. The fence is lifted to my left, a possible path for parolingContinue reading “Birds”
Three Penny
2/10/20 Another day gone, another day older, another moment lived. I know for a fact that Monday, February 10th, 2020 will not live on in infamy within my psyche. For the most part I remained the same. My physical form did not dissolve into the ether &, for the most part, I am still aContinue reading “Three Penny”
Bow
2/9/20 Sundays are boxes with bows: mysteries glammed up to entice a willing explorer to take a chance. True, the box is not wrapped, just bowed. So maybe the cardboard exterior isn’t the prettiest, but the pow—a twist and turn of pink & purple ribbon—makes any beige cube rather intriguing.
Zoo
2/8/20 We went to the Oakland Zoo today. Marie’s godsister works there, so when Marie mentioned going this weekend she said “I got you guys,” and she did got us. She got us in for free, helped us get a stroller for free, got us a jump in line, free lunch, a private room (technicallyContinue reading “Zoo”
Rings
2/7/20 Marie lost her engagement ring. Technically she has (as of my writing this) lost two. I bought her two rings—an engagement, and a replacement for an older one—when I went out. She took them off last night to shower and forgot to put them on. When I awoke the silver one (the non-engagement ring)Continue reading “Rings”
Early Bedtime
2/6/20 I awake to the sound of my daughter crying. In the dark I stumble to her room, groping with my feet for any toys on the ground. (Sorry for making you read the words “groping with my feet” in that order. Slip of the tongue (or hand in this instance)). She reaches for me,Continue reading “Early Bedtime”
Losing Myself
2/5/20 I had a bad dream last night. I was all over the place. Men were falling from the sky, crouched, with long, sharp fingers. They would kill you immediately if you questioned it. If you didn’t say anything then were just there. Marie said it was time for her to join them.
My Candle Flickers
2/4/20 Tonight I write by candlelight. The flickering light is kind of fucking with my eyes, but there’s a sense of wonder. Each line, my pen recedes from the glow only to slowly, gracefully dance toward it. The light swallows my words. In the end they will burn as the wick, curling in slow, singedContinue reading “My Candle Flickers”
Universal Blue
2/3/20 During the simple cadence of the evening I find peace in the discordance. Amelia’s shrieks—refusal to brush her pearly whites—mixed with the heater’s hum fills me with a simple luxury: homeliness. I know the walls of our apartment don’t shine gold. I know the structure of our abode isn’t built upon sapphire stones orContinue reading “Universal Blue”
Sunday Cycle
2/2/20 Does the cycle end or begin on Sunday? It’s technically part of the weekend and is, indeed, “the week’s end.” But on a standard calendar Sunday begins at the start of the week. Perhaps it is at the beginning of the week because, in Christianity at least, it is a holy day. It’s theContinue reading “Sunday Cycle”
Ikea
2/1/20 I’m writing in bed again. I figure I can get out from behind my desk once in a while. You know—really explore the countryside with my diary. All I want is to snack snack snack snack snack. My teeth are in a real chompy mood. I’ve had some snacks here and there.
Ed Boy 