Imagine this. You wake up on this, the first morning of daylight savings time, and take stock of things. The sun's shining, the weather verges on warmish, and there are no crises (real or imagined) demanding attention. For the first time in a very long time, you have the luxury of following your heart. For … Continue reading : the cost of regret :
Tag: chaos
: in this whelmed world :
What isn’t on fire is flooding. What isn’t flooding is frying under an unrelenting sun. Or quaking. Or collapsing. Or sitting in the path of a hurricane, meteor, monsoon, typhoon, contagion, or oppressively monstrous tyranny. Pick one or many. The world as we knew it is blowing apart all around us and where does the … Continue reading : in this whelmed world :
: joyriding in the idea cab :
C’mon, what is an idea if not a wildly undependable vehicle, one that's careening along strange, shadowy, unfamiliar avenues? You’ve no control whatsoever, you don’t even know where you are. The only option is to sit in the passenger seat, goggle-eyed and clenched like a fist, wondering where you're headed. Sometimes you arrive safe and … Continue reading : joyriding in the idea cab :
: running on empty :
I woke up this morning exhausted after nine hours of something that wasn’t sleep. There was nothing refreshing about it, nothing restorative. It was all bad dreams and worrisome thoughts, tossing and turning. But that’s what the double whammy of a wildly spreading contagion + corrupt government does to you: it upends your life. Somewhere … Continue reading : running on empty :
: if life’s a hockey game, i’m the puck :
Granted, no one’s chasing me with a stick, but give it time. That will be next in the cavalcade of misfortune. Right now, though, I have my hands full with the newest calamity: a flooded apartment. A stoopid pipe burst, boosh, and water rolled in like the tide. What pipe and why it exploded are … Continue reading : if life’s a hockey game, i’m the puck :
: what’s in your wallet? :
Capital One asks that all the time and it's none of their damn business. But, what the heck, I’ll tell you -- an insurance card, library and debit cards, eight dollars, my driver’s license, and a Bazooka comic -- with a fortune that says I’m destined for the Olympic swimming team. Except for Bazooka Joe, I … Continue reading : what’s in your wallet? :
Hindsight blows.
Planning ahead isn’t for scatterbrained, procrastinator types. Plans are the bailiwick of logical, prudent folks who know what they’re doing and schedule accordingly. In my bailiwick, the future’s going to happen whether I have a plan or not, no need to get my undies in a bunch. If I knew a piece of space junk … Continue reading Hindsight blows.
the whirly girl 