Don’t ask. Don’t ask how many times I’ve watched this loop. Source: gifycat. Thank you Jack.
Riding Metro North. Walking backwards.
June 14, 2018 by 37 Comments
7:34 p.m. train. Grand Central station. Last peak hour train home. Standing room only. Heads down, glowing screens, wifi slow, thousands sucking on the same straw. Pages loading slowly, then stopping altogether. One head, after another, mine too, lifting in frustration. Beach ball spinning, locked up. There’s a message in this. To thousands of us sitting on this train. Whether we are listening, now that is another story.
8:31 p.m. Walk home. Down the platform. Up the stairs. Across the bridge over I-95. Up the hill – and the last 1/4 mile stretch, before losing this tie, this shirt sticking to my back, and these leather shoes strapped around my feet for last 12 hours. Free me, please!
I see them in the distance. Two boys, 7 or 8 years old, kicking a soccer ball on front yard. Mom sitting on the porch reading. When’s the last time I’ve seen this? [Read more…]
The Line and Beyond
March 1, 2016 by 41 Comments
Don’t get misled by the floppy ears and the deliciousness. He’s a wild beast. A Wild Beast.
My eyes take inventory of the damage.
There are four swollen puncture marks. All on the same hand. One gouge on the bulging vein on top of the right hand, two side by side on the wrist two inches above it, and one lightly visible on the fatty part of the skin above the thumb and index finger.
I slide my thumb into the palm in my right hand. I grip. Pain shoots up my hand, wrist and arm. Self-inflicted. Sort of. Not really.
It was all triggered by my step counter flashing red, urging me to get up off the couch – Walk! Harmless enough.
Rachel is glued to The Bachelor. (Mind numbing trash). I’m catching up on the morning papers. And Red Lights are still flashing.
I get up.
Zeke eyes me as I make a loop around the kitchen, the living room and the family room.
I make a second loop, and I pick up the pace heading into the third. Zeke jumps off the ottoman and gives chase.
I run. [Read more…]
Monday Morning Wake-Up Call
April 6, 2015 by 4 Comments
Charlie wants his friend to wake up and play!
