Personal reflections on my life and experiences.
This bit is about one of the 25 free and fraternizing dogs roaming about the plaza at Taos Pueblo yesterday. I had bought a loaf of bread by a vendor at the pueblo, and she had put it in a plastic zip lock bag for me, which I “carried” by tucking the top into...
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I appreciated getting to spend the last day or so with my sister and her family. After roading up to Monument Valley in Utah on Friday for a Saturday explore, I left from the park around 12 or so and trekked east, through Shiprock, Farmington, Chama, and Tres Piedras to land in Red River...
Read more →Not more than 15 minutes earlier, I had been standing at the geographic center of the Southwest (as regarded by some with geographic proclivities)- the Four Corners Monument- the only place in the United States where four states met at a symbolic point. When I was there, after waiting in a short line to...
Read more →Between yesterday and today, I drove over 700 miles and took over 600 pictures. My destination yesterday was Monument Valley, Utah, and most of the pictures I took today were from that scenic spot. Tonight, I downloaded the pictures from my camera- and upon review, they mostly all appeared heavily tinted red. I am...
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The sunrise over the Sandia Mountains on my forty-ninth birthday. And on the next year of my life. Was glad to share breakfast with my folks this morning. I am heading up to Monument Valley to hopefully get a few good pics this evening. That is the hope. It was a nice start to...
Read more →The deal was supposed to be that once a day, every day this year, I would sit down for twenty minutes and write something. Whatever I write doesn’t have to be ground-breaking or star-making, but my hope was that it would be mildly meaningful, or somewhat substantial. I’m finding every evening though, when it...
Read more →I went to the fourth week of Marc Calderwood’s Basic Screenwriting class last night, and again, for the fourth week, I really enjoyed it. It’s not a heavy, dogmatic class, and it is also not a light collection of film reviews. Marc makes it a balance of focused instruction time, topical discussions, light exercises,...
Read more →It’s another night where I don’t have much to say. It is already 10 PM, and most any useful information I had to share is evaporated. I’ll see what I can do here. 1. I love GoodReads. 2. I need to see the optometrist, because I am also due to get some new contacts,...
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Today, it was a Monday. And on top of being a Monday, about 4 this afternoon while we were at work downtown, it started to rain on our locale heavily, and that little rain event hung around for a good long while. Thankfully, it cleared up before 7 PM so that the Isotopes baseball...
Read more →The truth is, I couldn’t see the road you all went down. I wish I had. It would have made life easier in a lot of ways. And I probably would have made a lot of people happier as well. But I’m not prone to efficiency, to excellency, to excess. I never have been....
Read more →It’s a weird thing. In a week I turn 49, and via social media, I find I am still looking for approval from people in my past. From old high school classmates who don’t really know me, to a grand extent. From old church acquaintances that I was around, but never very close to,...
Read more →After a short night last night, I wandered through the morning today with a quiet anxiety when I awoke from sleepwalking, somewhere after 10:30. For some reason, I felt a deep nervousness about tonight, which may or may not have been warranted. Tonight, I was attending my first HOA community board meeting. After a...
Read more →You can never quite get inside what really happened to someone else. You can try, I guess, but how far can you really go? How much can you really know? When I met him, he set me up in my room in the men’s dorm when I first arrived early that misty fall in...
Read more →Today, Kris Bryant, Cubs wunderkind and last year’s National league MVP, got tossed from a major league game for his first time ever, for pointing out to the ump that his called second and third strikes were horrible. That was cool. In the same game, Cubs starting pitcher John Lackey, grumbler extraordinaire, beaned 4...
Read more →When the morning rain was pushed out by the cresting sun and a curtain of humidity fell over the plain, he had gone out to see about trimming some bushes down. He was middle-aged and portly, too large, but his face was long and narrow under his brown thin-brimmed cap. His overalls held everything...
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