rambling Basically... I might have written something similar to this in the past but a quick perusal didn't find it so... I'm basic. I like things that a lot of other people like. I'm not fancy or esoteric. I am the way I am, and now
fiction Book Shelves... fiction She walked past the shelves trailing a finger along the spines of the books she had spent years curating. All of the different colors and textures of the covers. Some thick enough to rival any work of King's and some barely a pamphlet. There were more than
rambling Hate to Say I Told You So... I never thought I'd have even an ounce of respect for Marjorie Taylor Greene and yet... It's been really odd to watch an entire party collectively shrug their shoulders and move on when they win. When they are right. When they told us so. I mean,
rambling Who Are You? Doing my workout this morning and the trainer said that how people talk about their workouts is one way of identifying who is going to keep working out. If you tie your workout to an outcome, like you are working out to fit into a pair of jeans, or you
rambling Is It Over? Okay, the horrors they persist but January is done at least. The month has been terrible in the US. So much shit. Like even more shit than we've been seeing every other month of our current shit show. Which is saying a lot. But as I keep saying.
rambling Broken or better? I had a dream last night where I was with a lot of the people I grew up with. We had a homework assignment where we had to make these collage books about our lives. (great stress dream, right? homework and people from my old church) I was flipping through
rambling Would You Do it Differently? I texted a friend this morning: "Listening to Me First and the Gimme Gimmes. Man, they'd be fun to see in concert someday." She sent me back a laughing emoji. See, it's funny because we went to a Me First concert together. I saw
rambling Different... I was listening to an album of mine today that might be the oddest album I own. Not like "oh I wouldn't expect you to listen to that" but like truly the music is odd. I looked it up and it's described as avant-
fiction A New World... fiction She was washing dishes from breakfast when she heard the knocking. "Mrs. Olivec! Mrs. Olivec! I've got your delivery!" She dried her hands and went to answer the front door. "Thanks, Bethune, you could have just left it on the porch you know."
rambling Well... So how was your weekend? Great right? No bad news you can think of? For those of you who don't live in the US or might have missed the news; for the second time this month our government had us all watching snuff films taken from different angles
fiction Calming the Storm... fiction His first memory was of his mother. Which wasn't all that unusual. A lot of people had a first memory that was tied to a parent. But his first memory was of his mother controlling a storm. She was in the yard and her hair was flying.
rambling Challenged... Technology is not my best friend. Anytime there is something new out there Brent has to drag me practically kicking and screaming to using it. I can tell you that part of it is the way my brain is wired, I like routines, I like the comfort of the same,
rambling Very Clever... My mother was a very smart woman. She probably wouldn't have agreed with that statement, deferred a little bit, but she was. Especially with math. I'm pretty sure I've written before about going through the grocery store and getting to the check out and
rambling Now I Understand... I've been thinking about my grandmother today. About both of my grandparents a little bit. About our times visiting Iowa. But a lot about my grandmother. When I was little we would visit Iowa every August. Prime weather, August in Iowa, let me tell you. But we would
rambling ReCharge... My Oura ring recommends that you charge it a little bit every day. Its optimal range is 60-80% charged. So they say pick a time daily and just put a little charge on it. I do it while I'm writing. Slip it off (or wrangle it off
rambling Sanity Post... Okay, you can back out right now if you want. This whole post is going to be about my crazy head around weight. I am going to write a bunch of things that everyone already knows but that I need to reinforce for myself right now. I'm not
rambling PreVacation... So, I did the customary pre vacation trying on of the bathing suits today. The good news is that I am not any heavier than I was when we last went to Hawaii in 2024. The bad news is that I am not the same shape as I was in
rambling One Week Later... The stories have hardened. Either you believe the ICE agent and our government or you believe what was on the recording. The latest thing the administration is trying is "leaking" to CBS "news" that the ICE officer had internal bleeding on his torso. This is supposed
rambling Leaving... So the 11th was my one year clean of Facebook and Instagram. And just like when I quit smoking all of those years ago I still miss it, even though I know it was really bad for me, for the people around me, for the people who keep using it.
rambling And the Purple Pen... Just call me Harold. Or maybe I tend toward excessive adjective usage. Or it could really just be a purple pen. Normally I use promotional pens from conferences or pens lifted from hotel rooms if I like the way they write, or if they are the really slim pens, I&
fiction Sunday Shopping fiction She hadn't had much use for religion in her previous life. She thought it was all pretty useless at best and destructive at worse. But now? Now she had a real appreciation for the Fellowship of the Blessed Eye. The red spray painted eye on the wall
rambling It's All Greek To Me... Or Spanish I guess. I finally figured out why I'm so terrible at learning foreign languages. I'm good at memorization, I've been exposed to Spanish (or Spanglish at least) my whole life, I should be picking it all up pretty quickly. But no. Why
rambling The Red Eye... First off, I'm fine. I'll start there. This morning at breakfast Brent asked what happened to my eye. I had no idea what he was talking about. He said it was really red and all coming from a single spot. I said I must have gotten
rambling Radical... A few years ago I was lambasted by a contingent of my center left and right friends for saying that I believed we should abolish ICE. I was being too radical. Both sides agreed. Both sides being that little waver in the middle that we are all supposed to cater
fiction Storms... fiction Every city has the storm, the one everyone talks about years later. The one that somehow everyone got caught in even though that's impossible. Afterall some people had to have been at home that day right? When she was growing up it was the windstorm where they
