Sometimes I forget about what scares me until I have to do it Twice in the last week I have had to use a parking garage. Oh, big deal. Yeah, I know some of you use them daily, so you are immune to the dangers. I hate parking garages! They speak to my claustrophobic tendencies […]
Month: August 2018
Waiting for the School Bell
As I write today, I realize why my moods have been introspective, and I have had to fight the Bad Critic when I thought I have been experiencing a reprieve. I woke up Sunday morning, and like two big globs of dark jelly, depression hit me hard in the face. There’s no reason for this, […]
Eddie
Eddie was born at a farm north of where we live. I picked him because he was male and mostly white. Our cat already at home was dark in color. The two boys got along well, except Eddie was more like a person, and he got very lazy just like his brother Henry after an […]
Jeans and Emojis? I’m Lost
I am very irregular. If I were a pair of jeans, I would be too wide in the waist, too long in the inseam, and all the pockets would be sewn shut. I would wear them anyway and spend the day pulling up my jeans and trying to find a belt that didn’t dig into […]
What Are You Afraid of?
I am not afraid of much any more. Height doesn’t bother me as long as it is not combined with speed, I’m good. Oh, I should clarify: speed as in roller coasters. That’s just nuts. I can’t even watch them on television. All right, I can tolerate roller coasters if I have to because I […]
