The Coronavirus Blues #3

Me sitting outside on the patio trying to do some writing: Lauren - What are you writing dad? Me- Stuff. Lauren- It better not be about me. Me- It isn't. Leave me alone. A huge owl swoops over the street just outside our gate. Lauren- Was that an owl? Me- No, it was a bat....

A Tale of Two Blues

315,155,280. That is approximately how many blades of grass there are in and around the area of the apartment complex that I live in. Give or take a couple. How do I know this? Did I Google it? Nope. Well maybe a little bit. But I assure you I did that only after doing extensive...

Things I Overheard While Talking to Myself #3 (loud cars, crazy birds, and oh my God put the milk away already!)

I'm gonna slash his tires one day.  I am so not kidding, maybe. I think, because I was a cop, I am especially sensitive to people being stupid with their cars. Parking in handicap spaces when you aren't supposed to, intentionally making your car louder than it should be, and simply not knowing how to...

Dream a little day-dream

“I have read or been told that in a book of etiquette of the seventeenth century the very first rule forbids you to tell your dreams to other people, since they cannot possibly be of interest to them.” ― Isak Dinesen, Out of Africa and Shadows on the Grass Lately people have been talking to...

Questions

Sometimes I like to sit by an old old tree and ask it what it knows and if it knows me Does it know my name Has it seen me here around Am I a whisper in its leaves Before they fall onto the ground Am I found among its rings Am I carved along...

Her memory, not mine

I am trying to keep most of what I write on this blog light. But I was a cop for awhile. Things will get a little dark.  “Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces."- Richard Kadrey I was sitting in my patrol car...

“Excuse me ma’am, I don’t mean to alarm you, but there is a bee on your vagina” and other strange things I heard at the beach

No, I'm not at the beach. It's freezing where I live just like everywhere else on the planet right now. I just wish I was at the beach, so I dug out this post that I had posted on Facebook during the summer. I love the beach, even better when it's cold because there are...

“Strangely enough, I’m a bit of a writer myself.”

The title above is one of my favorite lines in the movie Shakespeare in Love.  It's a scene where Shakespeare is chasing after Gwyneth Paltrow, (I don't remember her name in the movie) so he jumps in a small boat and the guy rowing the boat recognizes him as the great playwright. So out of...

Looking for Mr. Good Coffee

It is rumored, in the dark and seedy corners of the caffeinated underworld, that I am a coffee connoisseur. A coffee whisperer, if you will, with intimate knowledge of the magical  beans known as coffea arabica. It has also been reported that I am a well known patron held in high regard in the mystical...