Category: Pondersome

  • Whatif

    If only my life were as tidy as the nightstand Hi insomnia. Okay, so maybe I’m in another time-zone and refuse to adjust. Perhaps that nap after work was not the best of notions. I’ll admit skimping on dinner wasn’t a good idear. Nonetheless, it’s approaching 4am and the thoughts they are a flying. I’m…

  • I need to look through my phone book

    So I was heading out of my apartment the other night and I got a ring on my phone. I didn’t recognize the area code, but I figured, what the hell. I’m not big on screening calls anyway. Either I: … have no idea where my phone is, … am asleep. … forgot to charge…

  • Drip drip drop

    Little April Showers Hot off the heels of travel, I went over to the other side of town today for my father’s treatment. A four hour process of hearing the machine pump “therapy” through his veins. He’s holding up rather well, though tired and nauseous most of the time. But he’s more agile now, almost…

  • Wet feet

    Columbus, OH I sat at the eatery across the street from the hotel, scanning the menu, hoping for some new addition that wreaked of something other than freezers or cans. No avail. It’s been raining for the past four days it seems. The puddles, so deep, I’ve realized my shoes are failing. Gaps in the…

  • The tracks of my arms

    G.E. – Imagination at work The technician asked me which arm I wanted the IV placed in. Oh, use the left I said, make the bruises symmetrical. After a couple beats, he got it and laughed. An amicable bunch, I got my CT-scan without much fanfare at the University hospital after winding my way through…

  • Oh, was that awe?

    … The radio off, I drove home tonight and found myself thinking really big thoughts, mouth agape, watching the sky change. The ideas didn’t come out, there was no articulation. Suffering from some type of conversational paralysis, finding myself a bore to chat with, I wanted to keep driving toward the setting sun.

  • Prick

    I gave at the office I’m trying not to be a big buzzkill, but hey, it’s a journal, and I feel inclined to write things as they are. It’s not as bad as it seems, but I’m finding it a bit more challenging to keep a sunny disposition when recording the events for this period…

  • Moving

    I tend to like all my boxes to match, but I am pleased that they are at least manageable, easy-to-carry sizes. Spent the weekend packing. I have more chapstick than a checkout aisle at the supermarket. I have matchbooks galore, and the tea lights to go with them. Every room had at least one pair…

  • Patterns

    Looking down out of Denver The whirlwind trip for work ended with return flights in the opposite direction. With my renewed interest in taking the window seat whenever possible, I managed to take a moment from the awe-inspiring patterns of the view and get this picture. The transition from the finger-like ends of the mountain…

  • Fortune

    Who needs quizzes? It’s the Miracle Fish I am jealous indifference, in love. I am so glad I don’t have to figure myself, but can rely on this fish when in doubt.