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This
1975 If there’s anything left of my life in those years, it’s this. I know someone who write about where he was and what he was doing when he heard a song. What do I remember about listening to ...
on all fours
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/XzJcQR2yA8E
Gracie movies
The entire oeuvre: https://www.youtube.com/@graciespeople/videos And then there’s:
Dog/god
Gracie died last night. You’ve all been her friends. She had a great life. There were good things up until the end.
The whole truth and nothing but...
What are some of your favorite cities you’ve been to? I like hilly ones, Duluth, San Francisco and Waterville. Galena is pretty hilly too. Would you allow your children to date prior to 16? I n...
Well - how is today?
Sunny Basement is drying up. I’m way behind on walking. ================== Jim and I went to Decorah last night to buy groceries at Walmart. I had a lovely talk with a young woman from SE Asia -...
Rough day
We had rain overnight and it looks really icy out. I need to go get some groceries. I stayed home over the weekend when I could have gone out. Ah me. And I’ve got a really bad start on my 1...
Middle of the night
Listening to old dead country singers. Good ones though. Waylon Haggard The Highwaymen I’ve got 26 laps, might do a few more. Must do more. More is good. Never enough, unless sometimes there is. ...
Slogans
I’ve been looking for walking slogans. Four words. I’ve been using LET THERE BE LIGHT. I like SUNSHINE ON MY SHOULDERS ( thank you Mr. Denver) but it’s too long. Maybe SUN ON MY FACE. I kinda l...
Here I am
It’s almost 2 am. Gracie got me up. I hadn’t been in bed long. I’d stayed up.. doing what? Last night I played a bunch of old country music videos on the computer with the understanding tha...
Left over from the shortest day of the year:
And meanwhile we have gone on living, Living and partly living, Picking together the pieces, Gathering faggots at nightfall, Building a partial shelter, For sleeping and eating and drinking and l...
More shzt to share
https://www.royalacademy.org.uk/art-artists/work-of-art/the-twins-and-jack-in-the-studio https://www.royalacademy.org.uk/art-artists/work-of-art/the-twins-and-jack-in-the-studio It’s a painting b...
Suffer another unwatchable vid....
I should come back, but meanwhile....
As much as meets the eye
https://www.wpr.org/miss-wisconsin-grace-stanke-nuclear-engineer-competing-miss-america-contest
fog in the valley
Feast of All Saints
This is my favorite holiday. Or perhaps tomorrow is. Today is the Feast of All Saints - every soul in heaven is celebrated. We must know some of them. Tomorrow is the Feast of All Souls. It ...
Tuesday - after Columbus day
I sit here and watch the world crumble. My corner’s not. that bad. It’s semi-good. But the rest of the world is not much fun to look at. I’m reading a Tracy Kidder book. Strength in What R...
This is
Tell me Tell please Tell me what you want to tell me Tell me what I need to know. Make me Make me happy Make me glisten like a morning rose Dew dropped, fragrant, the color of tomorrow. Help me H...
Gracie/Mommy poem III
We have had a life The dog and the woman Gracie and Mommy It’s lasted from when the factory closed Until almost no one remembers anymore. Walks and runs, naps and pants Time that lasted forever Y...
I don't blame you if you're...
… tired of me. There seems to be no end to the past I want to dredge up or the present I want to expand upon. But here’s Bill Moyers and Sherman Alexie. Oh and last night I watched a movie call...
Late summer hay...
.... raked in windrows. … from the tractor. … tractor and baler. … wagon with bales - cow candy. There were seven or eight big round bales too. The pictures aren’t quite the way I’d take t...
Twenty things about my mother...
She was Irish. She was Catholic. She was smart. She prized neatness. She wanted big things from/for me. Her hair got gray early. She had been a country school teacher. She liked her garden and h...
How blue the sky...
Hard things
This is Gracie. I have hands. I can put words in the keyboard. I can tell you what’s inside a dog. Mommy lies on the floor and licks the sore on her arm Mommy finally know who I am, she knows H...
Book Description
Just a few words that don’t mean anything.