Did you know there’s going to be an eclipse this afternoon? Well, depending on when you read this it may have already happened. I’m not in the path of totality, which means that at no time is it safe for me to look at the sun during this eclipse.
And no, I’m not relocating. I have enough to do these days with diapers and the like to keep me busy. I don’t need to chase astronomical phenomena.
I’m retired now. So, you know, I don’t really do anything any more.
Well, I still write the odd poem, and these posts here. And every now and then I try to spend some time on that novel.
Oh, also, now that I’m 65 I’ve become a full time, stay at home parent, as one does.
I no longer do any construction work. Oh, well, yes, I am putting gates on our back Read more
I like the number 13. I’ve never experienced any bad luck as a result of it. I’ve spent my life contemplating its maligned character and contriving ways to support it.
You see, way back in the year 1959, on a chilly January evening, my mother gave birth to me. On the 13th.
And of course members of my cohort began teasing me as soon as they were able to comprehend that I had been born on a day that was considered unlucky.
I make a lot of things. I make most of them from scratch. There’s a long list of those things and I’m proud enough to bore you with that list.
But I’m kind enough to abridge it. I like you.
Yes, I make physical things from lumber, and from plastic filament. I make breads and cakes, cookies, pies and squares. I make the odd thing from textiles on my sewing machine, I’m good enough to get away with calling it sewing, but not good enough to make clothes. Mostly I make repairs.
I also make stories. I tell them in poetry, lyrics, and prose. That makes me a writer. Read more
A while ago I began a novel about a cat, and its friends, other cats, who do extraordinary things. It’s been a while since I have visited with those words, with those cats.
One of the things I’ve done in this life to support myself was blog writing. Not this blog, this pays only in satisfaction, though that should never be considered a negative or nil income. Read more
It’s almost exactly the middle of Summer. It’s a time I personally adore. I mean, I’m one of those people that loves the season I’m in when I’m in it. But there’s something about summer that makes me feel good.
And I have to point out that I’m a realist. Summer starts three weeks in to June and it ends three weeks in to September for me. I don’t make the rules I just live by them. I don’t cheat Spring out of her rightful holdings and I recognize her for what she is, transition from Winter to Summer. And as such, Spring is some of Read more
Fifty to sixty years ago, these third Sundays in June would be spent quietly. We’d wish our father a happy Fathers’ Day and that would mostly be it. My father enjoyed reading and sometimes he’d do that on Sundays. Fathers’ Day was not much different.
I know I’m supposed to be writing about writing, but I have something to say. And this is one of the few forums left me these days so you just listen. It won’t take long and then I’ll be gone for some weeks before there’s another post here from me.
Fathers’ Day, sometimes we’d go fishing, or we’d have a barbecue. But those things happened on other Sundays, even on other days. Beyond wishing dad a happy day and maybe trying to be a little Read more
Why would I waste all this time writing? Well, the hope is that I will make an impression, as I told you in my last post here. But this week I came up with another justification.
And by “explain” I mean let me tell you a story. A few days ago I went looking online for a rebuild kit for the cottage BBQ. I located one finally. Not at the hardware store where I bought the BBQ of course, they don’t deal in that kind of hardware. I found one at the dreaded Amazon. And as luck would have it there were two left.
Did I click “buy now?” Read more