When the sun began diving, we met on the road. The lane was uneven, or so I am told. She bent under a basket of laundry and coal, I asked if I could bare it and gave it a go. The sun was dyspeptic, a regular bear, but I didn’t mind as we walked...
Read more →Beauty from the ashes. There is always hope. And beauty. What’s done is done. Say thank you for the good, grieve what you think you lost. Apologize for your faults and failings. Accept what you have chosen. Then move forward, and walk right. And chase and find your life.
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This morning, a friend of a friend- and the sister of an old Sunday school classmate, died of cancer. Today, my father turned 76. This late afternoon, my father was pulled over for speeding. Excessively. His excuse was he was talking. This evening, I bought two officers some dinner to appease the guilt I...
Read more →At the turn of this year, I did a “75 Things” list, highlighting 75 things about my Mom and her life that meant a lot to me. Today is the last day of my father’s 75th year, as he turns 76 tomorrow, so here is my list of 75 great things about my dad...
Read more →After helping my dad briefly with some tree-trimming at his house this morning, followed by a Blake’s burrito break, I came home and relaxed for a few and then headed on down to visit the library at UNM today. My main goal was to get access to books in Zimmerman Library, and to also...
Read more →I started the day early this morning to try and get a little more research done on the Anza project. I was in the directory on my computer last night where I store notes from the book I’d been reading on the man, and I had four different documents there where notes from the...
Read more →Tonight I was going to write a short story about Svengard and his impetuous boss at the hardware store who asks him what kind of name that is- a Communist one? His boss was an idiot and a jerk, also know as an ijiot, but Svengard is kind to the good ole ijiot and...
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It is 8:15 PM and tonight there is no baseball on the tube since it is the day after the All Star Game. It is the proverbial All Star Break, which means the baseball addicts cannot watch professional baseball. It’s okay. This evening, the sky over the mountains to the east coalesced into a...
Read more →A new writing class offered by UNM Continuing Education started this evening, and I hopped in on this one as well. Called “Fade In”, the course is specifically on screenwriting, and it is being taught by an enthusiastic instructor named Marc Calderwood. Marc, a former longtime owner of Rio Grande Travel here in town,...
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I had called him yesterday to see about doing something together, and it turned out it wasn’t the best time to do something, so I asked him, “Would you like to do something tomorrow evening? Think about it. We can go to a movie if you like- or go play putt putt. How does...
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I am trying to to remember how it started, but it’s a little fuzzy to me. I know it did in part because in the period of years I went out and danced a lot on the weekends, I one time met Brian at Graham Central Station. Brian wears his black cowboy hat when...
Read more →There are moments at this place where I am in life where it seems like the wisest move I could make is to just get rid of all this stuff I’ve accumulated over the years. It seems like there could be a great freedom in actually doing that. The truth is, most of my...
Read more →Somewhere far away you walk, in spaces broad and warm and raised, the heat a waving scarf upon you, the breeze a subtle sea. The thoughts, they bound from near to far and here and now to monographs of recent memory. Love’s won and done, breath felt and breathed, moisture and warmth, the timeless...
Read more →Today I was reading a little about Hemingway because I read him heavily one year in college and loved his language-bending, and I was surprised to learn that he wrote a novella. It wasn’t the novella itself that surprised me, but rather, that he wrote a novella that was meant to be a parody...
Read more →When the screen door slammed that morning at 9:30 after breakfast, Gladys P. did not know what a painful, uncomfortable day her day would become. Neither did her husband. It was just another weekend in their summer cabin in the pleasant, quiet community up on the hill in the central mountains. The lodgings were...
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