I’ve a lovely post about “could-do” rather than “must-do” going, but I haven’t finished it yet. I’ve another one about Kegels and ear wax that’s little more than a title, the title being “Kegels and ear wax.” Things have been a little chaotic here on Walton Mountain since the October full moon. (update: I’m turfing…… Continue reading The Hunter Moon is trying to kill me.
*Mentions suicide. I’m going to complain about my pain again. [i] It’s not that I think the “out there” behind my computer screen cares in a seriously significant way; it’s that my IRL doesn’t care much at all. The first anniversary of this flare-up/breakdown/test of character I’m failing is approaching fast, and at this point,…… Continue reading Complain about pain in the rain.
When people don’t follow directions, things don’t work out as well as they could. This is, of course, generally speaking, and I can already hear the “but this one time, at band camp.” When you follow the directions, you don’t end up with mystery parts and machines that don’t start. Most of the time. My…… Continue reading Failing to follow directions generally ends badly.
June 21, 2021. Festering and wallowing. We don’t know words the way we think we know words. A news story on my morning feed trumpeted the “hefty fine” a moronic, fireworks-spewing joyrider faced: one thousand dollars. The fine is many things – ridiculous, a joke, insufficient – but hefty it’s not. I’m left with the…… Continue reading Festering and wallowing.