Things I overheard while talking to myself # 6 No stars for the writer

#1 Where's Christmas? I have been walking a lot lately. Wasn't my idea. Doc said I really should, something about making it to my next birthday or something like that. I wasn't really listening. But that's not my point. Point is that I have been walking a lot lately and I just now noticed that...

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...

On a wing and a prayer…

Not 5 minutes from where I live is one of my favorite coffee shops. It's a small and cozy place that sits in a commercial plaza filled with other food or drink business of one type or another. The entire plaza here is surrounded by trees, mostly palm trees, as that is the official adopted...

No mas pantalones #6: Random thoughts of a man without pants.

My toaster died. Well, not "died" died. It has life in it. If you plug it in and turn it on it will power up. It's more like a bad case of dementia. More often than not it forgets to toast one side of the bread or just refuses to toast the sides equally with...

No Mas Pantalones #5: Random thoughts of a man without pants.

There goes my deposit. I've done it a hundred times. I check to see if the spaghetti is ready by throwing one of the strands on the wall. If it sticks it's ready. That's what the cool people do isn't it? I'm sure I read somewhere that it is. It was on the internet so...

Love remembered

It is a fearful thing, to love what death can touch.-Yehuda HaLevi My sister died a few days ago. We didn't see each other much. My dad was married twice and had a whole set of kids before me and my immediate brothers and sisters were born. They were all grown before we came along...

The Absence of Me (things I think about when I think I am not myself)

This is the 4th coffee shop I have sat in in the last hour. I can't seem to find my focus today. That's a rare thing for me. Granted I have less important things to do nowadays, so focusing is not a life and death issue anymore, but still, it's a rare (and unwelcome) thing....

Baby Blue

Sometimes I look at Blue and wonder where he came from. The dog shelter said he was a stray, but couldn't tell us where he was picked up. They only had him for about a month or so when we adopted him and guessed his age at a year old. He was labeled as a...

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...