Glen and Elias – painters extraordinaire – are hanging out again today, in Dunstable. The photo of the strange hanging jellyfish thing in my dining room is evidence, once... Read More
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… on a wait puppy
Last night, Sam was writing a paper way down yonder in New Orleans. I’ve mentioned before that Sam is cixelsyd. Just kidding. Dyslexics don’t really see things backwards. Anyway,... Read More
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… on a maine winter in black and white
I thought I’d offer a little photographical palate cleanser today. It’s opening day for many baseball teams across the country, including our own beloved Red Sox. For many of... Read More
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… on snow shadows
On Monday I headed up to the old Inn to get it stocked with food and warmth in anticipation of my friends Glen and Elias coming up to do... Read More
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… on the freakin’ dalmatian kitchen
I’m color sensitive. Wait. Is that a thing? Could I have ‘Color Affective Disorder’? CAD? Oh my Gawd, I think I do. I really do! I have suffered from... Read More
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…on flying pig clouds and letting it go (loudly)
When I was driving home yesterday, quietly, in my car, by myself being all sorts of cerebral, mentally going over my realization that Aristotle’s theories on mathematics and physics... Read More
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… on comfy socks and… comfortableness
Uh. Ya. It is too a word. I looked it up. As in, ‘I longed for the comfortableness of my comfy socks’. It sounds like it might be used a... Read More
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… on trying to be all graphic design-y
Many people asked permission to share the poem, Joy Angels, with family or friends who were losing, or had recently lost, a special dog (or cat… and, in one... Read More
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… on loosing my marbles in dreamland
Stress wreaks havoc on our bodies. I’ve never read an actual scientific study on this myself, but I’m going with it because it sounds logical. Sort of like karma,... Read More
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… on missing them, and missing farts
Hi! I’m so glad we’re here together. It means a ton. Grief, for me, is a little like exercise. There’s the feeling of impending doom when I know it’s... Read More
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… on saying goodbye to a good, good boy
Yesterday, something changed in our big, old dog. No matter what we did, he was not comfortable. Medications were less effective for less and less time. Texts and phone... Read More
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… on joy angels
Joy Angels I sat still in the waiting room, my old dog at my feet. The millionth tear slipped from my eye, and traveled down my cheek. I heard... Read More