My father was a problematic sort of guy: a former Marine, Merchant Marine engineer, the guy who could fix anything, and bad-tempered. So growing up, I was the navigational fix for the bad temper.
Can’t
Fish
I had zero reasons for resenting the bird that stole my fish. In truth, I hate cleaning fish. I hate fish guts. That derives from filling bait bags for lobster traps one summer when my in-laws thought it would be a great idea for me to work as a stern man for a lobsterman. That …
Too Much Of Nothing
It wasn't pretty. I woke up with the song echoing in my mind; Too Much Of Nothing.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday – My Nose
Here's the thing - does the nose really know, or is it like I say during allergy season, "my noes don't no because I'm all stuffed up." Sniffle Those darn trees are beginning to flower, and I am getting stuffed up, time to squirt something into my noes,
Way
The way to go varies with time and space.
Green
I am looking forward to one of the most restful parts of my year. I've purchased my seeds, ordered some new native plants for the woodland area, and even gone ahead and planted the oregano and thyme for the kitchen garden. It all starts slow and gears
X-Ray Vision
My wonky right eye has caused no end of trouble for me.
If and But
If and But
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