I remembered the smoked turkey we had in the meat locker from Easter and started fantasizing about eating a leg, just standing in the kitchen and taking it by hand.
No contact pizza
My beard was getting thick enough I could tug on it in a way that both hurt and felt good at the same time.
And I thought back to when I was 19, and what I could remember of that: The Cure had released Disintegration and a roommate had the CD.
I looked up images expecting to see something from Alien.
5th and Hamilton
Maybe the art was in the refashioning of otherwise useless things.
The problem started with the awareness that the days were blurring together with little to set them apart.
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The intensely masculine act of splitting wood
I fantasized regularly about having a good woodpile. For me, woodpiles always represented a unique combination of order and comfort. Everything in its right place. But after three days of splitting wood every part of me hurt. On the third… Read More ›
Self portrait under August sky
It is a Thursday night with live music at nearby Pine Lake we can hear from our house. It is also a full moon, the night before we leave for Alaska, the coffee maker set for 3. I’ve shaved my… Read More ›
Charlotte starts therapy today at the same time as Lily, which means by late afternoon the three of us will each be talking to different counselors in separate rooms, with Dawn waiting in the lobby with her book. It’s afternoon… Read More ›