If not now, when? -an off-the-cuff joint.
I turned fifty-four this year in June and last week I started teaching myself to skateboard. I’ve always wanted to do it, and I’ve always been too scared. It’s odd – I’m fine on scooters, and I have good balance – I can hold a tree pose for minutes. But skateboards have remained a never. They wobbled so; I felt moments away from a fracture. … Continue reading If not now, when? -an off-the-cuff joint.
If I lost everything – an off-the-cuff joint.
I like to open with a complaint. I find that complaining brings people together – we’ve all personal grievances to air. I’m cash-impaired. This isn’t a new thing for me – the complaint is so well-worn it’s coming to resemble a whine. In the early days of adulthood, I was broke because eating disorders are expensive. Now it’s because long-term disability won’t get you rich. … Continue reading If I lost everything – an off-the-cuff joint.
Once more, with feelings – depression and memories.
Fall blues. I hate October. It’s my least favourite month and that’s saying something considering I live on the west/wet coast of British Columbia. We’ve been known to have Novembers with zero days of sunshine. It’s not a good time. [i] October kills my mood. It’s a pisser, and so far, somewhat unavoidable – it’s the loss of light. My mood tanks when light levels … Continue reading Once more, with feelings – depression and memories.
I love a good list.
I’m not great with quotes. The problem is one of memory: perhaps I’ll go Memento on the problem and tattoo them onto my legs – elsewhere is occupied and I can’t read my back. I don’t remember quotes but give me a commercial, and I’m golden. The addition of music fixes much. I’m going to go a little “walk to school uphill both ways in … Continue reading I love a good list.
From Famine to Feast 