1-10-21 To be frank I am not sure where to start. I tried to begin a daily journal last year around this time and kept on it pretty steadily until the whole world dissolved to a pandemic. Odd, isn’t it? I was writing strong everyday and then Marie went to Arizona for a dance conferenceContinue reading “$107”
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Palimpsest
3/8/20 Sunday’s drip away so sweet. There is sunshine in the air on this March afternoon, and a breeze that says “it’ll be ok.” I’m not too sure I should listen to the voices on the wind anymore, though. They always tell you the opposite of the thing you’re not entirely sure you don’t want.Continue reading “Palimpsest”
Composed of Bubbles
3/1/20 Well, it’s March. Not quite sure how to feel about the slow dead, creep of time. As a bystander of time, it’s interesting to look in. I still remember Christmas Eve, New Year’s, & President’s Day like they were yesterday, but then I realize weeks—months—have passed without stopping. The days of my life formContinue reading “Composed of Bubbles”
Bastion
2/23/20 My back is sore from running, my body tingles with the last bits of my weekend, and Marie just turned on the space heater. “Can you do me a favor,” I ask her. “Hmm?” she asks, poking up. “Can you please get me a tums,” I ask, feeling the deep, acrid shudder that tellsContinue reading “Bastion”
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”
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.
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”
Simplicity
1/26/20 Sometimes I wonder what I’ll actually remember from a day. At times I feel my emotions are eclipsed by an inescapable feeling of emptiness; that my actions are grains of sand on a desert planet. But with that I am reminded it only takes one more straw to break a back; it only takesContinue reading “Simplicity”
1-19-20
1/19/20 I woke up around 7:30am and fed Alexander. My side of the bed was still warm when I climbed back in. Amelia lay between Mari & me. We slept in and let this dozing Sunday wake us up. I cooked them scrambled eggs & they loved them. Marie got a wisdom tooth removed soContinue reading “1-19-20”
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