And Last night about 10,000 raccoons gathered outside and below my window for a game of ring-around-the-rosy. I almost wrote 10,000 dragons, but that would be silly. I knew they were raccoons. I’m not…

Later yesterday afternoon I found myself carelessly wandering through 1000 blades of tall, green grass at the outskirts of water-logged Laguna Lake. Much to my surprise, and joy, I saw the cows had returned,…

On the return half of a Friday morning hike on the Bob Jones Trail, snuck in between the rains, this thought settled entirely within my January 19, 1949 essence – I am utterly clueless…

A Japanese woman came into the coffee shop the afternoon before next year. She was wearing a shiny gray rain hat. With napkins she polished the family table and her own chair almost endlessly.…

It’s interesting. Coming back on the Bob Jones Trail I see a slightly-larger-than-half moon just above the tree line of the hill that holds my all-by-itself tree. (The one I bow to.) The path…

Morning Pages, Monday 12/29, influenced directly reading snippets of John Tarrant’s “Bring Me the Rhinocerous:” “Apparently there are so many things to read I can find nothing to read. Like the sand-raked patterns of…

Here’s my New Year’s fantasy. Wait! That’s what they call them, right? New Year’s fantasies? Anyway, my New Year’s fantasy is to discover and attract into my life a stream of income which does…

“Lines form on my face and hands.” – Alice Cooper, ‘Eighteen’ In April of 1973 the legal drinking age in Massachusetts was lowered from 21 to 18. By then I was 24, and had…

I’m happy to report that nearly all of the posts here in this blog show up on their own. There’s nothing, and then there’s something. Last Friday, ‘JoJo Rabbit,’ a few days before, ‘Linda…

Those are my paintings, and that’s a mom and daughter, both of whom I befriended in a way – the mom with some phone calls, the daughter a time or two meeting for coffee.…