after thoughts

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  • 6/21

    Happy father’s day… or, what’s left of it.   About five and a half hours. I think mom wanted me to wish Bill happy father’s day, but I couldn’t do it.    Bill isn’t my dad.   Even though he’s married to my mom, he’ll never be a father figure to me. I hate to… Read more

  • 6/20

    There’s going to be a rally in Tulsa Oklahoma in about from now. I think this is really going to be a make or break thing on the Covid front. There’s supposed to be something like 19,000 people for an inside rally.   There’s another one that’s supposed to happen outside. So, in two weeks,… Read more

  • 6/18 freewriting

    inaction. Deep inside there was a feeling of balance. The immovable object lived inside her gut, her head, and her soul. In her steadfast reserve, nothing swayed her. Chocolate or vanilla?  Doesn’t matter.  She could appreciate each equally. A beautiful sunset was nothing more than the earth’s rotation and weather patterns. Food, regardless of the… Read more

  • 6/17

    Called it. Actually, I called it years ago and then again on this blog.    I don’t know which date, but it’s there. Now it’s official. Quaker is retiring Aunt Jemima. –  After 130 years. Not to be outdone, Mars is repackaging Uncle Ben.   It didn’t say that it was going to get rid of… Read more

  • 6/10

    Only about a week and a half before my current class ends. Thank goodness. So, it was the class that almost wasn’t as it was given to me at literally the last moment.  It allowed me to make payments on the roof and car insurance.   I’m grateful for that.  Absolutely. But two students, in particular,… Read more

  • 6/8

    I’ve been back at mom’s house for about a month now. Still trying to get into a routine.     What I can do.   What I can’t (or shouldn’t) do.  Expectations — which there really isn’t much but I tend to pretend that there is. I didn’t just slide back into what I was doing before. … Read more

  • 6/3 – freewriting

    He knew her before he knew her name. The ebony hair on the white pillow.   The pale and nearly translucent skin.  A barely breathing corpse. It was just like his dream. He knew this was why he had studied and trained for years to become a doctor.   Just to fulfill this dream. It was her. … Read more

  • 6/1

    A long long long time ago, I came across this Chinese curse: May you live in interesting times from the introduction of a Terry Pratchett book.  I forget which one.    I think it was one of the novels about the indestructible Sam Vimes.  But, I could be wrong.   It’s been years and I had… Read more

  • 5/27

    I tend to write more when I’m in Indiana. I think that’s because some of my worries are poof. I’m not worried about the water bill or the electric bill.   I feel comfortable getting something to eat.  The family doesn’t get on me too much about it and I know enough to stay away from… Read more

  • Giving it a try – Freewriting

    Do you remember me? I remember you. I remember your smile and the curve of your face. Your laughter was my melody.  Your heartbeat was my rhythm. The gleam of your eyes when you focused on me.   On me and only me. Or, I thought it was on me. Rather, you didn’t see me. My… Read more