Candy, Cars, and Carrying On

I’ve developed an odd fixation as of late – and it’s just so . . . weird. I’ve been craving (and devouring) Hershey’s Mr. Goodbars like there’s no tomorrow.  I’m not kidding – this is a candy that, before last month, I’d probably had ten Mr. Goodbars total in the last decade (if not longer). …

A Better Person

My soul aches. I know that’s melodramatic, but honestly, I can’t think of any other way to describe it.  My soul aches because I’m tired.  I used to listen to older people say that when I was a child.  They’d have this look of desperation or resignation on their faces, and they’d declare their pain. …

The Story Thus Far

Due to the abundance of available holiday chocolate, I am experiencing yet another one of my “Oh, Please Kill Me and End This” headaches.  I didn’t realize how much sugar I’d been downing until the other day, when I happened to take a peek at my garbage bin.  It’s a dry bin, meaning that it’s…

And . . . It Begins

Happy 2018! When I awoke this morning, it was -1ºF.  I closed my eyes for a few extra minutes and checked again. It was now -3ºF. I didn’t know that something like that could happen.  I mean, as the day goes on, it’s supposed to get warmer, right?  If this is any indication of what…

Sunday Ramblings, 10/22

I’d considered posting something or another several times this week. In each instance, I had some topic – usually mundane and generic – that in some way tied into my day.  In each instance, I had some snappy first line that I was sure would attract attention, and – in each instance – my mind…

Oh, For Pete’s Sake

How do you deal with clingy people? That’s a real question, Internet.  I’ve got someone who’s stuck on me and I need to figure out how to give them their walking papers, and fast. I had an ex-girlfriend who was clingy, but that was different.  The relationship didn’t work and she made it clear that…

Where Even Weirder Things Are

Okay, it’s time to finish this story. Maybe I should treat this like a television show, with an announcement of “Previously on Dr. Furious . . .” Just imagine me saying that in a rich baritone, and we’re set. So I’m off to the second bookstore.  What I didn’t include in the previous post was the…

Where the Weird Things Are

I’ve mentioned numerous times my love of reading, and my near-constant vigil at used bookstores to find old titles that I missed when they were first released.  Visiting a bookstore for me is like breathing air: It’s what I do to survive in a world over which I have virtually no control.  It gives me…

What Happened?

I haven’t been writing much as of late.  The odd observation or the pithy comment, but nothing of any weight or value. A few weeks ago, I received a rather hostile note about something I’d posted.  The letter writer had a few choice words for me, and accused me of being mean-spirited and spiteful.  Stunned…

Windy Thoughts

It is windy here. I love seasonal windstorms.  Despite its roar, and the cacophony of noises outside from tumbling trash cans, mailboxes, awnings, and who-knows-what-else, I’ve always found the sound of a windstorm to be somewhat comforting, not too different from listening to a thunderstorm or some other white noise. It amuses me, too.  Despite…

Containing Anger

In the days since my last update regarding my sister, things have taken a bizarre turn. When I last wrote, she was in the intensive care unit (ICU), slowly recovering from a staph infection that nearly claimed her life.  All seemed to be good, but her heart rate was rather excessive, her blood pressure far…

Missing Sinks and Inner Monologues

My hope that the Great Renovation Project would end today proved to be a vain and silly one.  Despite starting at nearly the crack of dawn, the work crew that I’d spoken so highly of a day or two ago, is only moderately beyond the point they reached yesterday.  I optimistically noted that we now…