It takes stamina to live this simply. We are conserving ourselves. For what, we don’t know. But we cherish the ordinary.
Old, Oldish, Really Old
Elders remind me how comparatively young I am. But young people can flip that feeling when they remind me how old I seem to them.
New Media, Old Thumbs
Using our thumbs this way, are we evolving our body parts in a new direction? What would Darwin say? My thumb hurts.
My Ugly Garden
My ugly garden grows many things, my mood among them. I’ve made a few mistakes, but the creative problem solving keeps me sharp.
Don’t Rub Your Eyes
A couple weeks ago I woke up very early in the morning and my eyes itched terribly. So I dug into them like I was scouring a frying pan.
Tiny Acts of Domesticity
It’s the tiny acts of domesticity that keep us together and tear us apart when we share a home for a long period of time.
My Flight of Fancy
Yesterday I was serious about doing a somersault. It was an early morning flight of fancy, but I really thought I would do it.