comedy/drama that would describe this path this life this time passes us on like a joint from one hand to the next smoke rising let’s go to Mexico the plane the moving van lands my mental pieces are still slowly coming in from Roanoke and even D.C. hell I still have nightmares of high school…… Continue reading One more post-it into the next moment
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Travel Notes, Part C
Technically speaking, what I write here is no longer travel notes, but notes to end out the “series.” It has so far been two full days for us in Houston, and as the clock strikes midnight, strikes my wife’s birthday. These are days of unpacking and organizing, cleaning, and so on. Exhausting. Can you say…… Continue reading Travel Notes, Part C
Travel Notes, Part B
Slept all the way through Nashville, TN. Theron has us cruising right along. The way he feels about it is if he’s got the energy, he might as well use it now. The more we travel today, the less tomorrow. Yeah, we should make it into Houston sometime tomorrow evening, at this point. . .…… Continue reading Travel Notes, Part B
Travel Notes, Part A
My alarm is gonna go off in a few minutes. Maybe I’ve had 30 minutes sleep through the night, due to the asthma and from being stuffed up beyond belief. So I’m back up again, sitting in the rocking chair, the lights out in this dusty old apartment, fan oscillating, constantly blowing my nose. And…… Continue reading Travel Notes, Part A
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It’s funny how people I don’t know – like say, bank tellers – try to offer me encouragement about my move, as if their little bit is going to be the deal closer for me, and their stamp of approval is something I actually need. And I understand them being cordial, too. I guess it’s…… Continue reading Untitled
The Pile That Falls To The Floor
Wow, it is 4 am already! I’ve been up late like this because of my bouts with asthma coming on from packing up here in the apartment. Just two weeks left before the move and here I am getting broken down from all the dust rising. When we escape into the fresh air, I find…… Continue reading The Pile That Falls To The Floor
Contemplating Mortality (aka freaking out)
My counter is spitting the days out at me. 16 left. Then we move to Houston. The big move. Some nights I sit quiet with this. A very surreal feeling when you’re about to move off somewhere far away – makes you reflect on life, how you’re traveling through it, and one day it’s gonna…… Continue reading Contemplating Mortality (aka freaking out)
Visiting fam.
wow what an irritable mood I am in today seems to go hand in glove when visiting the fam. having to endure the senile guilt trips rapid fire why even visit if when I do I’m made to feel guilty for not visiting enough? “they hardly even make it out for xmas there isn’t much…… Continue reading Visiting fam.
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I’m in here looking out. Looking out at the grass fields. This could almost be a golf course, this campus. C. is downstairs or somewhere in this building watching an old silent film for a class assignment. I would have joined her, but I felt like doing my own thing for a little bit, as…… Continue reading Untitled
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From Hollins: While the coffee shop in town has easily become a second living room to us, I suppose the library at Hollins has become a third (for me, anyway). I drop off C. and skip about campus and take advantage of the wi-fi. There are times when I realize I’ve not gotten enough sleep.…… Continue reading Untitled
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