I woke up today, roughly 10 minutes before my alarm was set to go off, laboring through unsettled dreams reliving the handful of plays that might have made a material difference in my beloved Bengals' squeaky loss to the Chiefs last night. I was gutted when KC's field goal sailed through the goal posts, and … Continue reading The Morning After
An Eight Word Poll
Photo by Suzy Hazelwood on Pexels.com Sitting in my desk chair at home at few days ago, pondering the blank page and that gods-forsaken, inexhaustible blinking cursor, my mind began to wander, as it is given to doing from time to time. Sometimes it veers into the realm of the mystical, yet practical, as in, … Continue reading An Eight Word Poll
A Haiku For The Foreboding Calm
The grand turkey thawed...
An Old Man Complaining About The Weather
This was my backyard Saturday morning. Picturesque beagle/black lab mix aside (who may or may not be relieving his overnight pressures at the moment the picture was taken), the rest of it is an absolute outrage and a mammoth middle-finger to the face of all decent autumn-loving peoples. Snow should not be perceptibly falling in … Continue reading An Old Man Complaining About The Weather
The Old Nemesis Returns
Photo by Suzy Hazelwood on Pexels.com The autumn wind is whipping across the battlefield as I pull my too-think jacket tight across my shoulders. It was a hard day in the trenches, and I look toward the morning with a sense of resigned duty, knowing that earning tomorrow’s respite will be no easier than gaining … Continue reading The Old Nemesis Returns
Halloween, All Saint’s Eve, Samhain, or What-have-you
"You do know it's my favorite holiday, right?" I replied. "Actually, it's my single favorite day of the year, bar none."
A Haiku For Political Weariness
argues to be right. What if…
The American Grocery Experience Of Doom
The wife and I have a weekly tradition as of late, where we spend our early Saturday afternoon--or occasionally Sunday, schedule permitting--doing the weekly grocery shopping along with whatever other errands are required by life in 2022. We started the practice maybe a year or so ago, when we finally got tired of having our … Continue reading The American Grocery Experience Of Doom
How To Make A (Weeknight) Turkey Pie
Anyway, here we were with a full mound of leftover turkey breast (mound is the metric designation, mind you. In Imperial units it was a chunk-load), and it's not leftover turkey sandwich season. What's a family to do then? Captain Obvious would like to suggest perhaps making a turkey pie...
A Haiku Just Like Old Times
To write is to dream...