A random comment about my journals leads to a philosophical quandry. Does it matter?
Guess what I did yesterday. Right, I cleaned the palette.
Quietly, I am here. My inner voice is here more often than I can explain, a dialogue that is constantly running in my head. That inner voice sometimes writes status messages at Facebook, honest, true, a cry into the vacuous
“Coco” has become a semi-frequent guest at our house on our inevitable path to dogdom.
Trying something different in May, a spin on daily concepts we have talked about many times. I am curious to see how the month will take shape and am hoping this will rekindle something approximating the kind of “daily” that
When I posted earlier this week about ‘threes,’ I was only halfway serious. I was poking fun at myself and the seemingly unrelated string of odd events all in rapid succession. Maybe it is my way of standing up and
I fell off a skateboard on Sunday. (Yeah, umm, okay… we could talk about why I was on a skateboard. Not a lot of damage, but still…)
It has been a not easy week. It gas been the kind of week that makes me doubt everything. But the fruit I picked up a few weeks back for my next EDM were going soft. It was the right
Oh no! Yesterday was our middle school robotics group’s first competition. All the other schools at the event were high school level, so we went knowing that it was “for the experience” and, possibly, to open their eyes and to
It is January 28. Just a few more days in the month are ticking away. As the first month of the year passes, there are several things I am hoping to complete, manage, share that will help get me firmly