It’s the last day of August, so now you get little snapshots of the last couple weeks or so of the month. My hands (#19) On the 19th of August, I played tennis with Dante. We still try to play once a week. It’s a fun time and I like getting out on the court….
Category: summer
August Break #1: morning light
My bedroom window faces east. That means if I forget to close my blinds at night, the early morning sunshine streams brilliantly into my room. The head of my bed is right under the window. In the summer, I keep the windows open a bit so I can catch the cool night and dawn air,…
hey there, hi there, ho there
Well, I let the summer completely go by without a post here of any kind. Summer was good. It was hot. Really hot at times. In mid-June, Sandy came to visit us for the first time since February 2020. She stayed for a week and it was great. We went to San Diego, we went…
July recap
I don’t know how much sense it makes to do a recap for a month that was basically the same as the previous month, the one before that, and before that, and before that. Yes, July was another Covid-19 quarantine-shelter-in-place-stay-home month. At least it was here. I’m seeing folks who are going on vacations, and…
September check-in
Hi friends! It’s been over a month since I’ve posted so I thought I’d get you caught up on my happenings. I guess the main thing was that I started working at the Cypress College bookstore. I started on August 7 with three other people. They are all students at the college. We were trained…
August is upon us
Since the last time I wrote, I guess the thing that has changed or the thing that has become a thing is that I get up and go for a walk. My sister turned me on to an app called All Trails, and I have made good use of it. I think I mentioned last…
life so far + Escondido, Lady Brain Fest & Ugly Mug
Hi friends! I’ve almost been home now for as long as I was on the road. I’m in my 3rd week in my new (old) home in La Mirada CA. The first week was basically relaxing and recovering from my trip. It felt good and familiar to think of my mom’s house as the place…
NPM – 25 of 30
My pal, Lindsay White, posts a monthly writing challenge. For June it was to write a poem where the total number of words match your age. So mine is 46. Workout #46 my sweat smells sour as I work to lose what I can only kindly describe as grief weight extreme heat presses around me…
OBX (and my return!)
Remember me? It’s been a while, I know. I always make the same excuses when I haven’t written in a long time. I’ll spare you. I changed up the theme of the blog, something I usually do when I try to get into posting more. It occurred to me that I have done a miserable…
sweaty denim
I have these old worn out jeans that I can’t bring myself to throw out because they’re super comfortable. I’m only slightly embarrassed to admit that the thigh rubbing area is getting thin and in some places has worn through. I have taken to walking in them. My last few walks have taken me further…
Meeting Grace: The Blog 