a plan for the future

Should I have the privilege of living to a ripe old age, I anticipate having to work until 70 before tapping into retirement benefits that may or may not exist by 2040. If I continue making my living by writing, that means another 24 years spent sitting at a desk, staring at a lighted box and type-type-typing theContinue reading “a plan for the future”

we need to talk about a pressing issue

Gas. Gut punching, your butthole is Alcatraz and it wants to escape on a handmade raft, hurdy gurdy gas that puts you in a panic because you live in a small house with another human being. A person with whom you still hope to share a little mystery in life. Someone you don’t have an interest in subjectingContinue reading “we need to talk about a pressing issue”

turning the camera around

As of yesterday, we’re a month away from the one-year anniversary of our arrival in Pacific Grove. Since I haven’t really shown much of the town we live in beyond the bit that lies along the coast, I’m going to share some snaps I’ve taken recently. Pardon the image quality–most of these shots were taken fromContinue reading “turning the camera around”

what a long, strange trip it is

We left Houston, Texas March 7, 2014. We arrived in Pacific Grove, California March 9, 2014. We traveled 1,850 miles, each of us accompanied by a dog. My car reached a milestone on the journey. All 6s. Most of the long drive across the desert southwest looked like this, including the bug residue. Which remindsContinue reading “what a long, strange trip it is”

manifest destiny’s child, aka westward hos

Clear cold water crashes against the craggy coast and sprays barking seals lazing on white beaches. Dramatic cliffs drop to sea level, giving way to farmland filled with avocados, strawberries and artichokes. Mystical fog rolls in, and when it rolls back out everything twinkles. Echoes of Beats and Deadheads ring through a city that isContinue reading “manifest destiny’s child, aka westward hos”

does anybody really know what time it is?

The yellow tag above was hanging on our door yesterday, alerting us to a water outage. They’re ripping up the two blocks that make up our little neighborhood, an endeavor they say will take nine months or more. Yippee! They begin each morning at 6:30, usually hammering something massive into the ground to rip upContinue reading “does anybody really know what time it is?”

clearing the air

I’m pretty sure that whatever died in our wall(s) and is decomposing has finally reached the point of not-so-stinky. It’s hard to be certain since James bought a number of plug-in air fresheners that have filled the air with the scents of “fresh linen” and “apple-cinnamon.” Going from one room to the next is likeContinue reading “clearing the air”