when words are difficult
i know i’m feeling
the urges of spring fever

soon

there will be a need
to get up from my chair
away from the computer
from this desk

camera
notebook
pencils in hand
into the big wild

seeking that something
that’ll allows reflection
refreshment

as restlessness rises
internally
bringing desires
upon me

new experiences
the search for fuel
inspiration
new stories
thoughts
stretching spirit
mind and body

a need for familiar smells
those different sounds
walking through the desert
the high mountain pass
and crowded dirty streets

the road calls
asphalt
gravel
dirt
and i’m ready

My proctologist has a tiny camera on the ultimate selfie-stick.

She stared out over the empty Nevada desert wondering if anyone had found one of her many letters. Being a widow of less than a year, Maggie was lonely, sad and desperate.

Days before she had sat at her upright piano, which Matt had bought her as a wedding gift nearly five years before, and began writing. She poured out her emotions in two or three sentences, then with either a red, yellow or green ribbon, tied each folded letter to a single rolling sage bush, then set it free.

After six-weeks, with not one word, Maggie ended her loneliness.

It’s April Fool’s Day — so believe nothing and trust no one — jus’ like any other day.

He could see her fighting with the monster. Without hesitation, Sammo attacked, but the monster refused to loosen its grip as she screamed.

Then the stringy-haired beast unexpectedly broke free from Sammo’s jaws and without warning struck him several times. Attempting to escape the counter attack, he struggled to gain traction on the wet floor.

As he slipped and slid across the floor, he realize that it was her hitting him. “Let go of the mop!” she shouted.

Sammo finally made it through the doggie door, only to poke his head back inside and watch as she and the mop swayed back and forth. “How was I to know they were dancing?” he wondered.

Of course I wanna bury the hatchet. What sorta fool keeps the murder weapon?

We awoke to the sounds of one of our dogs getting sick. Not a pleasant way to begin the day for either the dog or us.

The dog, Roxy, a pit-bull terrier, quickly rushed outside and threw-up some more. She eventually came in and laid down on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor.

The other two dogs, being curious, started to head outside. I stopped them, knowing they’d probably gobble up what Roxy had left behind.

After feeding the two dogs and seeing my wife off to work, I set about getting ready to clean up Roxy’s ‘mess.’ Since it’s still close to freezing, my wife suggested filling a bucket with hot water and not use the garden hose.

“Good call,” I told her, as turning on an outside spigot in frigid temperatures can cause a water pipe to burst. That’s a problem worse than cleaning up dog vomit.

So grabbing a bucket and filling it, I headed out the back door of the garage. The sight that confronted me shocked the Hell out of my sensibilities.

Gathered around the ‘mess’ were five or six gray rabbits, eating what was there. Worse yet, rather than scattering like they would under normal conditions, they refused to abandon their ‘meal.’

Finally, to get their attention, I splashed the group with the water. This sent them scurrying towards the back of the yard – but unnaturally they lingered and drew closer as if planning to challenge me.

Needless to say the experience has changed my opinion about what I once believed were mostly ‘docile’ creatures. Not only was the situation unsettling – I found it to be somewhat terrifying and stuff that make up nightmares.

And now, as I sit at our dinner table looking out the sliding glass door, watching the myriad of Red Breasted Robin’s filling our yard, I must wonder — are they too, as they seem?

Life isn’t a dress rehearsal — it’s a costume party.

Found an online article with the header: “How to Conquer Procrastination.” I’ll read it later.