For as excited as I was to be back in Europe I knew I’d miss my daily routine back home. Especially the drive to the park in the early mornings down the long, straight road. It’s curled like a tongue,… Read More ›
journal writing
Waning crescent
There’s no point in hurrying to get up now. The thought of an all-cold shower is impossible. But sitting by the picture window in the den at 0500h. the moonlight is splendid, sickle shaped and perched between an isosceles triangle… Read More ›
August Moon
Walked to the lake in the dark for the first time in a while, sick of being cooped up. Forgot how it looks when there’s fog in the street lamps, a cone of milky light with bugs flapping about. Frogs… Read More ›
Why September always starts with fog
I have no idea. But it’s much better than pure gray. The blurring adds mystery, makes Japanese watercolors out of the banal. Took a drive last night for an ice cream, first time in six days outside the perimeter of… Read More ›
Our endless, numbered days
The cougar was more than a cougar, it was a metaphor. A fear of the unknown or being tracked by something immutable, time itself. If it were a Castaneda novel the cougar would be a witch, supernatural. I’d have to… Read More ›
Severe weather
It was a good week. At the top of the list, my dad’s heart surgery was a success. He has AFib, an irregular heart pattern that can lead to bad things. The surgeons did an ablation to create tiny scars… Read More ›
Cleaning the scissor traps
Re: trapping the moles, I was going to have to let go of that. Turns out I wasn’t the best trapper. I knew from the start that would be dumb (like trying to fight the moss in the PNW), but… Read More ›
Little Fury Things
At the right angle with the morning sun coming through the Tiffany lampshade looked furry due to a thin layer of animal hair attached to the glass by grease or film. You could say the same for most appliances in… Read More ›
Ancient flags and dragons
8/9/25 The sound of the owl in the middle of the night is a distant probe, a pulse. In the east on the bottom of the horizon there are two new stars, maybe a planet. The sun rises closer to… Read More ›
A new position
Today I’ll say goodbye to the agency I’ve been working with the past five years. Next week I start a new gig with a different company, one that’s woman-owned called Lions & Tigers. All C-level people are women and their… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 