Just sifting through the noise.
This morning started with a list. Security cameras needed to go up. The locks in the garage needed to be changed. The filters on the washing machine needed attention again. Boxes from the move were still sitting around waiting to become part of the house instead of evidence that we had recently invaded it. Then […]
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“When the Heart Throws a Party,” “Call the Electrician,” Momma said there’d be days like this, that’s what Momma said. Now we’re off to the races. Once a song enters my head, something is usually kicking around behind it. Looks like today we’re back to my health and what’s happening now. I chug along and […]
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I remember Nadia Comăneci. More specifically, I remember the music. That soft piano theme begins, and somewhere in my mind Nadia is suddenly back on the television. Montreal. 1976. Gymnastics. Perfect scores. Depending on your age, you may first recognize it as Cotton’s Dream. The whole thing seems packaged together so neatly that I would […]
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Camping has changed. We used to call it camping when we threw a questionable tent in the back of the car, grabbed a cast-iron skillet, packed some hot dogs, Cheetos, tea, soda, maybe a few potatoes, and hoped somebody actually caught a fish. Usually nobody caught much. That was fine. We had hot dogs. The […]
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Every day appears, at first, to bring new thoughts, and I complain that everything is so random. Random. What does that word even mean? Random: lacking a definite plan, purpose, or pattern. Well, yeah. By that definition my thoughts certainly look random. One thought appears, another wanders in from somewhere else, and before long I […]
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Who knows what tomorrow brings? Well, that is an interesting way to start. Just one sentence, yet it does two things. It brings back thoughts of a song, and it asks a question: What was left undone that needs my attention? Nope. I have no idea what that may be. Because, as the song says, […]
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We have made love too pretty. A heart. A rainbow. A little winged child with a bow who really should have had better supervision. We turned love into decoration. But love is not decoration. Love is work. Love is sacrifice. Love is protection. Imagine the storm coming. The wind is rising. The house is shaking. […]
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Electrons, neutrons, protons, a nucleus, and everything else I have forgotten since school. That is where my mind wandered this morning. Back to the transporter. You step onto the platform and the machine breaks you apart down to the smallest imaginable level, maps everything, turns you into information, and sends that information somewhere else. Wonderful. […]
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Sometimes we hear thunder in the distance. It may never reach us. The storm can roll along the horizon, close enough that we feel the vibration, close enough that the books on the shelves seem to rattle just a little, and then the clouds move on. The sky clears. And we are left wondering what […]
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