Archives for 2022

Still excited when it’s quiet, when I’m quiet and when both are not.

The thrill can be balanced or out of whack.

Being terrified on a rollercoaster ride may be seen as different to the feeling you just strayed to the wrong street, in the wrong/somebody else’s, neighborhood.

When there’s a door you can return to, to close behind you, the relief can be palpable.

But that thrill of the new, the edge, the need to stay sizzlingly alert, just wonderful!

Oh how good to be happy with our choices.

Even mistakes are so good at giving us new experiences.

When did you get to be so wise!

We love these little ditties!

Just take the cake and eat brussels sprouts instead.

Stranded in paradise they chose the all-inclusive tour.

Highway feeder roads, encampments under flyover Bridges’s, factory loading bays – all were featured.

Lounging by the azure pool filled with creme de menthe, we thought about this and found laughing and crying both suited the moment.

High above, a vulture soared, coasted and cruised.

We’ll save the best for later.

I started to race against a clock I couldn’t see.

Someone, somewhere, somehow, achieved three things before breakfast.

I desperately hoped I would lose count.

Then, frankly, I relaxed and out came the book, the symphony and words of comfort to a stressed friend.

All it took was a phone call and a quick drive to voice reassurance in-person, based on genuine principals, to save a life.

Worthwhile stuff.

Nothing to say, so can you spare an hour or so…over a drink or…

Time and again, and again, then some more.

We tell stories on Fridays and remember them on Mondays years later.

The rain and the beat on tin roofs.

Trying out new paint brushes.

Easing into the paragraph.

Chopping rare onions.

All in the name of saying something, in a good way.