Life in the other lane

Part I Since there’s nobody following a calendar, I’m going to call today, Yommer 1st, 1 ND. I’m optimistic, New Dawn is a good name for a hopeful new era. Yommer just sounds funny. There are no options to use celestial objects like they used to, so really this is just up to me. Today was a day. Just like yesterday, and likely same tomorrow. I made some progress on my work. Not much, but enough…

As an aspiring writer, I am often thinking of ways to hone my writing skills. I have a few exercises, one being a daily one sentence, where I try to write the best single sentence I can, á la Hemingway. I have another I’ve conjured. This one being an ongoing serial of short pieces. In a first-person journal style. It leans sort of sci-fi, but I’m hoping it will be interesting. The name of this…

Phil Collins had it right. Today had the potential to be a glorious day. The night was cool, and I slept great. The crickets and other night creatures were a soothing lullaby. And then. Frustration and angst. There’s construction going on at the campground, and a swarthy team of redneck construction workers got started at 6am. Joyriding their little carts around the campsite and generally…

It’s Thursday morning and I’m enjoying some delish coffee. I’m waking up slowly today. I slept well, my sluggishness may be due to my hours in dreamland. I have some chores to do this morning. Laundry, shower, and such. I’ve had an M&M canister filled with quarters in my center console since around 2017; remnants of my time living in Savannah GA. Feeding parking meters y’know. Laundry complete,…

To kick off this Colorado trip, I thought I’d swing by my cuz David’s house. And the trip was going sooo smoothly. Until it wasn’t. And that was about thirty minutes from my destination. Spittin’ distance we’d say down in the mountains. An Appalachian storyteller would start off like… “I was a gittin’ it along 64 west, just a hair of a mile from my exit. Danged if all-a-sudden they’uz nothing…