Day 88
Maybe being on holiday is a good thing, after all. I did nothing yesterday except fix the crackle on my mixer (thanks, Marty, for some brilliant ideas from an electrical… Continue Reading
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Day 87
Maybe I shouldn’t have gone for a 3-mile walk yesterday afternoon, maybe I shouldn’t have gone against my superstitions and mentioned my stretches yesterday morning, maybe I shouldn’t have bent… Continue Reading
Day 83
Something sweet happened yesterday. M’s random perfume club subscription which I gave her for Christmas delivered her March tester box on the same day as my Random Book Club subscription… Continue Reading
Day 82
Another self-censored fragmentary. My mind started racing just before we went to bed, and I scribbled some words down while M was brushing her teeth (in the downstairs bathroom, the… Continue Reading
Day 72
Just now, I accidentally freed a fly from a spider’s web on the outside of the office door. Maybe it’s a metaphor for something. Two-way guilt. Guilt at depriving the… Continue Reading
Day 64
M really dislikes it when I say the damp gets into my bones. But this morning, my back is aching, my joints are stiff, and I’ve been awake on and… Continue Reading
Day 63
Every day presents us with new dilemmas. I feel guilty for being weary. I am not a refugee. I am not being threatened by an army. I am not being… Continue Reading
Day 62
Being a parent is an unceasing attack on your vulnerabilities. I did start writing a book about the motional impacts of parenting, but it stalled. I suppose the reasons are… Continue Reading
Day 61
One of the first things I was told about writing poetry was “Only write what you know about. Don’t write about things you see on the TV.” I always thought… Continue Reading
Day 60
Fragmentary. It could almost be a noun like reliquary (container or shrine in which sacred relics are kept). A container or shrine in which fragmented thoughts are kept. A sense… Continue Reading