What if Indy couldn’t run?

Life’s interesting. It’s also the only game in town. I wonder if that’s why we’re committed to liking it: there are no other options. You can’t request a transfer to life, section seven if you feel this one isn’t working out. God should’ve checked in with universities on scheduling and course layout. If life was a television show, the reviews would include words like “torturous,” … Continue reading What if Indy couldn’t run?

I love a good collage, don’t you?

I’ve been laid up and (mostly) off my feet these past two days. The failure of engineering that is my lumbar spine has been mounting a protest. Most of the time I push through rather than follow doctor’s orders, but my heart’s not in it this time. It takes little to tip me into sadness these days. On the bright side, I’ve been doing more … Continue reading I love a good collage, don’t you?

Stream of consciousness and PET scans.

I’ve started and discarded a multitude of pieces over the past weeks. some, for sure I can’t connect to them. They’re meaningless blather for all that they flowed from my fingers. I suppose I could write about the puttering. I’ve been painting things, like rooms and trim. I’ve been organizing as well: half the garage is now home to a future dump run, and I’ve … Continue reading Stream of consciousness and PET scans.