Tonight, after a decent effort this afternoon and evening at work, I came home with little energy, but enough to load a DVD into the DVD player, and I am glad I finally did. Tonight’s film, received from Netflix nearly two months ago, has inexplicably sat beckoning to viewed, and for whatever reason, I...
Read more →I came home after work tonight and sat down for a nap. I woke up an hour later and my head spun a little bit. There was a slight ache in my shoulders. The sleepiness stuck around long after it should have. My mom had invited me over to my parents’ house for dinner....
Read more →I was grateful last night to go over to my folk’s house and to just sit down and talk a little about where I felt I am in life. I shared about being almost 50, and how I felt urgency about what I was doing with my life right now, and how I felt...
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This morning when Tim came in to work, he quickly pointed out that I wrote about a photo session, and that I then omitted posting any photos from it. I mentioned to him I had had my reservations about it. He asked me why. “They asked you to take their picture, out on public...
Read more →Late this afternoon, my legs needed a stretch, so I went out and walked around the neighborhood and looked for things to take pictures of. It was windy and cold, and the streets downtown were uncommonly empty. I walked over to Alvarado station, and then crossed Central to take a few pictures of progress...
Read more →I got up this morning at 7 to write. I am a determined, dedicated artist, I told myself. I opened the document on my computer containing the short story I had started last weekend and had tried to make progress on yesterday, and I felt overwhelmed reviewing it by everything I didn’t know to...
Read more →Today, when she awoke, he saw the dark clouds on the day’s horizon. She would be a furious storm, full of roar and riot, drenched in despair and dangerous darkness, and he knew, after, beyond, when the crackles and flashes and crashes finally faltered and the wild winds had waned and the strength of...
Read more →Tonight, after dinner with my gracious folks at Papa Felipe’s, I came home and finished reading Dowling’s book, “How to be a Husband”. The ending was as good as the beginning. He goes on to handle the stressors of parenting like he handled the stressors of becoming married- with clumsy and comical commitment. The...
Read more →It’s 10:30 PM, and after eating some of my mom’s delicious fudge, and staring at the criss-cross of water lines zigging over the reverse osmosis water tank sitting under the kitchen sink where it sounds like the run-off of a 3 hour torrent is draining into the metal chamber, leaving me wondering what is...
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Without anything greater happening in my life today (except for catching a glimpse of the morning sunrise standing in the middle of my street in a jacket, green checkered pajama pants, slippers, and glasses, and having my neighbor ask me why I was taking pictures of her house until she realized it was me),...
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It was a puzzling moment at the office today. At about 3:30 this afternoon, it was announced overhead by one our staff that we needed to evacuate the office. I headed for the back door of the building with a colleague, and we walked out and onto and up 3rd street to join the...
Read more →My highlight of the day was going to church this morning and sitting quietly alone in the 6th row of the center section, on the seat by the aisle on the right. The lights were down a bit for praise music time, and I just let my mind wander and closed my eyes and...
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I still check eBay and Craigslist off and on for special opportunities to add to my classic Avalon Hill game collection. At times, I wonder why I collect these things. The reality is, I will probably never play most of those games I possess again. And yet, my love affair for those games I...
Read more →It’s a sad and ugly memory to me, but it is what it was. I was a sophomore in high school, and I remember the sun going down and I was alone in the empty driveway of our house practicing basketball basics. I had been shooting baskets for nearly an hour, and in the...
Read more →I revisited my old friend Steven Pressfield the last three evenings by zipping through his short tome on productivity, “Turning Pro”, a follow-up to his earlier kick-in-the-can, “The War of Art”. Pressfield, author of “The Legend of Bagger Vance” and “Gates of Fire”, among other books, knows what it is to be an artist-type...
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