Work, work, work. Been out in the garage busting through drywall in order to put in a new electrical outlet. I don’t get to do the work as Mary has someone she’s had do work at her old job, coming out to install it. Ain’t gonna see me crying about not having to do extra…

So, if we become a cashless society, how will I be able to tip a stripper?

It’s been a strange day for sure. Sat out back for a couple of hours after my son brought over his wife’s childhood friend’s dog, Bailey, for us to sit while they went to Donner Lake for the day. Bailey has not been happy with the arrangement and has been laying at our front door,…

I’m wanting to quit reading this book, ‘Big Sur.’ It’s hard to invite a man, syllable-by-syllable into your head, then read in his own words, how he is drinking himself into an early grave. Makes me want to break out into a high flying semper fidelity fit. That sounds like a bunch of hypodermic needle…

Woke to hearing my wife say ‘Happy birthday.’ Made me smile until I remembered how horribly I treated her the day before, having gotten angry over something trivia; the removal and exchange of a blind from one bedroom to the next. I can be a very thoughtless man at times. Sadly, no birthday cards in…

With all the unrest in the US, Canadian’s must feel like they’re living above a meth lab.

True story… “Look at what I found in my book,” Mary said. Half asleep, I rolled over and looked. It was a photograph of our son Kyle, sitting next to Chuck E. Cheese. “Cool,” I said, smiling, as I turned over with the idea of falling back asleep. As I drifted off, my brain suddenly…

1843 hours — Soon the sunshine will be removed from the sky and replaced by a multifaceted star shine. That is how most days close when there are no clouds in the sky. And I was honored to sit, looking up, seeing the first twinkle from the vast and coming darkness, so my day is…

1233 hours — Sitting in direct sunshine, dry heat of middle day on my freckled back, I find myself quickly exhausted, a sign, perhaps from God Himself, telling me I’m getting old or am already there. I need to be moving, not seated, not at rest, if I’m to remain outside in this summer’s blast,…

Try as you might, you can’t Febreze all the odor out of bullshit.