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I live in a very dry place. But I have family who live in the tornado/flood zone of Texas. I worry about the weather because they are in it. I worry about extreme weather because it’s just going to get … Continue reading
The disk is full and must be reformatted. That’s what my brain is telling me each night as it scatters and misfires and returns to the same strange waking dreams. My brain needs a break. I know what is required. … Continue reading
Early childhood memories are so rare. I remember a few things. One is the frustration my mother felt trying to run a brush through my curly hair while I screeched loudly in protest. Funny how I remember, not my pain, … Continue reading
I get attached to trees. Especially trees I plant myself, although any tree might do. Sometimes when I go to places I lived before, I drive by my old house. Not because I care about the house, – I want … Continue reading
I love the spam that really knows me – gets me. You know, the ones with subject lines like “soar in your private jet” or “meet beautiful Asian women” or “male enhancement drugs.” They are so perfect and fitting that … Continue reading
When ever there is a big golf tournament on TV, I think about my dad. I’m a golf brat. My dad was a golf pro, he played par golf all his life. He would love seeing the younger guys play. … Continue reading
Wild mustard, dandelion, lots of things I don’t recognize. They taunt me. They wave their heads in the sunshine and laugh at me. No matter how many I pull, there are always more of them. Each drop of scarce rain … Continue reading
Words are old-fashioned. Everything is visual now. Everything is images. Words take too much time. Now it’s Instagram, Snapchat, quick video, the preview, the first look. Words, reading, long thoughts are anachronisms from a bygone era. TL;DR is today’s style … Continue reading
Now everybody has a camera in their pocket 24/7. But I still like to go places with my big camera strapped around my neck. It protects me from a lot of small talk, which I’m not good at. I can … Continue reading