Well, this probably should not come as a surprise, I won’t go into the details, but Mr.Blue.Eyes bakes. He actually made goodies for Christmas Eve, which he spent with his nephew and his grown kids. He is not at all what he appears to be. Not even close. He really is a multi-layered entity, and he intrigues me… today even more. This morn as I … Continue reading And The Next Day Comes Along
Last night Mom, you will be pleased to hear there were no fights nor yelling (that I recall), unless you include “dog” fights. Christmas eve cheer was shared, and this year we actually almost DID miss the Santa float. Standing around in the kitchen, with the door wide open to the front porch, Christmas music cranked, when Lexi just briefly turns her head to look … Continue reading You Don’t Always Get What You Want, But Sometimes You Do
Well Mom, here’s one we never had the chance to spar over, should one say “Merry Christmas“, or, is it more correct to say “Happy Holidays“? Yes, this is a thing. In fact I’ve always thought the only people who really cared were the christian whites, and why on earth would a Hindu or a Jain be offended by you wishing him Merry Christmas? Sounds … Continue reading Animosity At Christmas
Now the dog got a walk, the dishes got done, and groceries too. I had a good dinner, and the kitchen looks rather tidy. Bit tired, but it was a successful weekend, all in all. Short week ahead, so feeling rather punky this morn in anticipation. I got all my shopping done finally, and, I got it mostly done right here in the village. Just … Continue reading Where I Live And Breath
So Mom, who goes to a Burlesque Xmas Performance and spends the evening in the hallway chatting away with one of the vendors? I do, I do. It was a lovely old theatre, and such a fabulous place to see a burlesque show, but as it was this friends FIRST vendor show, it was sort of fun sitting there chatting business. He makes these lovely … Continue reading Walking After Midnight
Over the course of my diverse and eventful 47 years, I’ve developed a few patterns and modes by which I live my day-to-day. These are things I’ve found to be energizing. Things I find that make me feel in control I suppose. Be Thankful Every morning before I leave for work I thank “the spirits of white light and goodness“. I also ask them to … Continue reading Five Habits Of The Alone
I’ve been reminded Mom recently of that time between. In that 2 years between when my marriage ended, and your death. There was no lead in…we had no idea. Then one day you were changed…and two weeks later we learn you’re dying of a Cancer. Some fragment that had worked its way through your body, and had rested in your brain. Like…whoa nelly…but there was … Continue reading Fifteen Years On
Hey Mom, I am prompted this week to look back and see what of this year I would change, if I could. I know, not a Calvert trait whatsoever. Nothing good ever comes from regrets. Yet I can not deny I’ve had a few. Or, perhaps a better word may be do-overs. Or better yet, a button one could push that would allow us the … Continue reading Pray Tell
Well Mom, it’s Sunday morn and I spent a lot of money yesterday, but each dime was well spent. Holy cow though, least it was alot for me. Finally started some christmas shopping, and I got the girls their presents. However, I also bought myself a nice (cheap) pair of boots for the winter, then I swung through the market and picked up some local … Continue reading The Gentleman I Met At The Market
…view from Ridout heading North towards downtown Continue reading How It Twinkles
In these last few years Mom, I have learned a lot about myself. I discovered I fiddle with things when I’m stressed about something; Tim pointed that out, repeatedly. I have learned that I am faithful, patient, kind, forgiving, and sometimes I’m sad. Or maybe its just this damn time of year. Seems though all the bad shit happens in Fall, then you have the … Continue reading Winter Cowers Me
I’m sitting here staring at the screen, arms crossed, laying back on the green velvet Settee (where I like to write), wondering…”what on earth do I write about“? Than, just above my eyes I spy something flash across the transom…I know not what. A leaf perhaps? Fluttering in the light from the streetlights up the drive? Who knows. But, it got me to writing, so … Continue reading Above The Door
What is inspiration? Where is its source? How does it find us? Perhaps, like some personal Genie, or a Guardian of your creativity, it steps in and hands you that which you most desire… the muse. That which sparks off a hundred tiny candles, strung together like old-fashioned Christmas lights, these letters I write to you Mom, they focus my intent, trim the tail of … Continue reading Of Creativity
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