“Alright, it’s the row behind us” I said matter of factly. “What?” replied JJ “It’s the row behind us” I said again after surveying, over and across, the row in front of us and then doing the same with the row we were in and then… “…It’s the row behind us” “For what?” “For me… Continue reading

I recently took a weekend off and did something.  Now mind you, that sentence is a touch foreign. I haven’t taken a weekend off to do something since the last time I did and that was, well, that was never it seems. But it was also a stinging reminder of all the weekends where I… Continue reading

The other morning, as I stepped into the shower, I didn’t even notice that I had done so while unintentionally changing one small detail of my morning ritual. I had turned on the light in the bathroom itself and not in the short hallway between it and the bedroom.  I shouldn’t have, but, I’m glad… Continue reading

They eat well together, daily, coupled over scents this little upstairs filled with that together stronger than my lone vanilla candle. Continue reading

Beck woke me. I nodded…yawned. “She’s orange and on the other side of the fence in the car dealer’s parking lot”. Don’t remember if I even put shoes on, probably not, but I followed downstairs and, yes, she was orange, I was still yawning, I’m sure, and she was, indeed, on the other side of… Continue reading

I tried to catch tigers by the tail when I was smallmom told me howbut I was always sleepy and woke up tigerlesslike I do now trying to catch sleepas elusive as those tigersinstead envisioning mad worlds of the tailessturning over and over and over the sheets getting tangled my feet always trying to push them… Continue reading

With new attention let it be noted that the author of this page has finally decided to get off his lazy ass/mind and get to crackin’ again with a pen/keyboard. Details forthcoming….; Continue reading

Wow Momma Nature with a vengeance this weekend huh? Mired this time in the white stuff to go along with the cold. Thankfully found a new friend in a guy with a plow named Rich after a call to my Maria’s dad who is still in Florida laughing his ass silly, I’m sure, at the… Continue reading

Notes from the Attic – Friday, January 25th Been mired in quite a frigid week here in the Hudson Valley as we have enjoyed temps in the singles in the overnight and just barely the 20’s during the day all the while hoping this fictional global warming (according to some who are big fans of… Continue reading

Notes from the Attic / Friday January 18, 2013: Been a couple of months since my last entry here in the attic, “Some Fridays…” and appropriately enough I’m writing again on another “some Friday” (and yes getting the family in clean duds as usual). It’s been a couple of long weeks back in Radioville after… Continue reading