So there was this time that me and Monday were in a life raft together, the ship we’d been on sinking fast against the horizon, it matters not why. Soon after, Monday tried to take all the fresh water for himself, so I snatched a fat seagull right out of the sky and beat Monday …
So Thursday shows up, once again, at what he’s told will be a great party, invited, though kind of as an afterthought, along with his friend, who won’t be arriving till later. The place, of course, is dead, as dull as last week’s news. People are milling around aimlessly, as if waiting for some reason, some excuse, to let …
So if you beat a Monday hard enough for long enough, it’ll finally begrudgingly give up and go away, dragging most of your joy right along with it. But then Tuesday. Oh, Tuesday. Tuesday is that dreaded family member who shows up late at a holiday dinner, his bags packed in the car and his wheezing …
We have one of those flimsy kitty water fountains with an amazingly tough little motor in it and a big reservoir of waiting water — at least when recently filled, as ours had been only last night. The water dispenses on its own through some combination of gravity and other science-y concepts that make my head hurt. …
It is Monday, the start of a holiday week ending in flash and bang and a weird mix of chest-thumping strut and standing around in the driveway with friends getting lit-up on ice-cold fizzy stuff masquerading as beer. And I will be out there doing the July 4 driveway dance myself, minus the faux suds …
It is Monday. And I am, as I’ve mentioned, attempting to meditate a little now every day, so that my Type A head doesn’t explode like something straight out of an old B horror movie. I am leaning in the Buddhist direction of meditation practice, though mostly just tipping over a lot, stranded then in …
It is Tuesday, and I attempted, this morning, a short meditation session; we Type-A fools and our trying to have our heads not explode, etc. So I’m sitting, not remotely in a lotus position, just cross-legged, my back up against the front of the couch. And I’m lousy yet for meditation, with all the thoughts just …
It is Thursday, and earlier, I was reminded of when I lived in Elizabeth City, and was visiting the home of a family who had a pet monkey. This was for a story for a small magazine put out by The Virginian-Pilot newspaper, then my employer. I showed up for the interview in slacks, dress …
It is Friday, and since most of this week’s affirmations have been about coffee, in one way or another, why buck a good trend? So today, leaving the house early with the plan to get, yes, coffee (dark roast redeye, largest size) on my way into work, I pull into the car line at a …
It is Thursday. And a friend just told me that when she was handed her morning coffee through a local fast-food restaurant drive-through window, the guy inside yelled to her before she could drive off, so he could give her a plastic spoon. In case, he said, there was anything in the bottom of her …