It was one of those weekends where everything I wrote sounded like drivel.
So I’m doing the wise thing and going pictorial.
Traded in my fat bike for one that fits me like a glove.
This was our first time out and I’m feelin’ the bike love.
Not too much to report on outdoor activity. The only aerobics I’ve done lately is to rush from my warm car to a warm building and some short sprints on my elliptical while catching up on the latest Grey’s Anatomy and Fringe episodes, that I watch on my tiny laptop screen. Unfortunately, I’m not like…
My thoughts are like geese, rising up to form a solid V, while one or two stray off honking madly for the others to follow. Ideas come to me hot and heavy, flamed with enthusiasm and hot air. Like paper, they quickly turn to nothing but ash, blowing aimlessly upward. Over and over I start,…
Finally! A real Minnesota blizzard! I’ve missed these things. Fortunately, I bought a new toy last weekend, a power shovel, in an attempt to save my shoulders and back. It may look little, but it works pretty darn slick, like a snowblower but small enough to do stairs and decks. I can’t take credit for…
Trying to put some roots down, not in a place, but in being. Digging down deep, probing the earth, sinking my fingers in ’til I feel that sense of rightness, of solid ground. — Maery Rose I’m supposed to be straightening out my files right now. You can tell how well that’s going. It…
It’s a tawdry affair, this love I have with Oboz, who cushioned my tootsies over rocky paths. Kept my feet dry when snow meltdown turned walking paths into streams. And protected my ankles from twisting when loose rocks and sand slid my feet into undesirable positions. Sadly now, the new love of my life sits idly…
I know my writing at times is depressing. I guess writing about how I feel is how I cope with the bad times. It’s not where I stay all the time though. I get daily e-mails from an organization called Divorce Care that suggests ways to get through grief, anger, depression and other emotions and issues…
