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The chapters of our lives in Daydreaming on the Porch
Life is full of chapters that we pass through quickly, but near the end, our progression speeds up dramatically as we realize there’s not that much time left to do all we want. Each chapter conta...
The glory of this Spring is sending us a message in Daydreaming on the Porch
As I drive around Charleston, I still see an occasional pop of brilliant red or pink azaleas, but mostly the annual bloom is gone now, but for the past month they put on a fabulous show around ou...
The rocky road to higher realms in Daydreaming on the Porch
Recently, another diarist wrote here about a former work associate who quit his job to start over in a new career because he had started “hearing voices.” Turns out he realized he was a medium ...
I still can’t quite believe it! in Daydreaming on the Porch
I think I’ve found only one, maybe two, four-leaf clovers, ever. Last year for some reason I started poking around in patches of clover, and quickly found a four-leaf. Nothing since then until ...
“Nocturnals” are different in Daydreaming on the Porch
I like that quote about how the older you get the more quiet you become. I’ve always been quiet mostly, and a loner, except for a couple of periods in my life. So I guess I’m getting more solit...
Car washing nonsense in Daydreaming on the Porch
I spotted this bumper sticker the other day: Warning: “DO NOT WASH! This vehicle is undergoing scientific dirt testing!” Oh my gosh, I gotta have that bumper sticker. My old 2003 Honda someti...
Slice of life: The manifold joys of apartment living in Daydreaming on the Porch
I’m sitting on my fourth floor balcony at the new apartment. It’s a very pleasant morning. I’m reading online and enjoying an occasional brisk and delightful breeze, which then gently rustles ...
Estate sale news and blues in Daydreaming on the Porch
(Note: The following contains the comment I left after reading a quite moving entry by fellow diarist Pedestrian Wandering. Here I elaborate further on that comment to more fully express my stat...
The end of an era approaches in Daydreaming on the Porch
The construction workers, have started repairs on the house ahead of its sale later this Spring. With the market the way it is, I’m told it could go in under 48 hours, with a bidding war to boot...
‘I Really Don’t Want To Know’ in Daydreaming on the Porch
Sitting here in a rather melancholy mood on a very cool, gray day listening to Boots Randolph play “I Really Don’t Want to Know.” Yes, so appropriate. I really don’t want to know anything rig...
There’s a difference between living in the past and reflecting often on memories from that same past. This is what people (I’m especially thinking of one of my siblings) often view my life in th...
But as the Russian bombs began to fall on Ukrainian cities and troops moved to surround the capital, the President underwent a transformation. Before our eyes he came to embody a struggle that mo...
Rejoice: It’s azalea time! in Daydreaming on the Porch
This is the exact time of year I long for during Winter, even though our winters are mild. The woods are bare and lifeless, and gardens are shriveled stalks and husks. But earlier this week, on ...
What’s an ‘ordinary’ day? in Daydreaming on the Porch
Recently someone asked what an “ordinary day” is like for me. I’m not sure why this inquiry came, but I tried to answer in the simplest way I knew how — by bring quite literal and matter of fac...
Walking through history in Daydreaming on the Porch
Now that Spring has peeked out of its winter hiding places to give us many signs of the new season to come, I have availed myself of the near perfect weather of late to take long walks in our ci...
If you grew up in the Sixties, you’ll remember this… in Daydreaming on the Porch
Being an inveterate YouTube user, their algorithms have gotten pretty good at selecting videos they know I’d like. It’s downright uncanny at times. Particularly so when they produce nostalgia ...
The art of John Ford Clymer: Imagining a more innocent time in Daydreaming on the Porch
I always loved to visit and take road trips to central Washington State years ago when I lived near Seattle. Driving over the Cascade Mountains, one enters a drier, more austere landscape, but on...
Winter Beach Study Reveals What We Often Don’t See in Daydreaming on the Porch
The camera is a sketchbook, an instrument of intuition and spontaneity. Henri Cartier Bresson A couple of days ago I visited the familiar and dear-to-my heart beach on the Atlantic 10 miles fro...
Slip, slip sliding away? in Daydreaming on the Porch
Longing to be elsewhere, our minds settle, we’re not enough, or we can’t do enough, it’s all so empty. The problem with this kind of thinking: When the awaited event does occur, happiness may not...
Sunset photo sequence captures infinite sky colors and mood in Daydreaming on the Porch
I often photographs sunsets in my surroundings because I am blessed to have easy access to three parks that offer abundant views across open water and sky and provide perfect vantage points to ph...
Our camellias survived the freeze in Daydreaming on the Porch
I was afraid our recent freeze would zap the gorgeous camellias that have bloomed in such abundance in all our city parks and gardens, but not so. A few days ago I went back to Hampton Park and ...
What is “The Truth?” in Daydreaming on the Porch
I’ve been pondering this interesting statement from a video by an Indian yogi, Shri M. He said, “Very few people actually want to seek out the truth for themselves.” And this, “Very few people...
“Moon River,” a hauntingly beautiful song from the Sixties in Daydreaming on the Porch
In this day and age of seemingly hopeless cynicism; more and more appalling crime news; the continuing despoilment of our environment; and crowds, noise, dejection, and loneliness in our huge, im...
Down Memory Lane with silly hit songs from the 50s and 60s in Daydreaming on the Porch
This is one of those entries where I take myself back in a time machine to the years 1958-1963. That was a momentous time in my young life, as it was during this period in 1961 that my family mo...
It’s been two years almost to the day since my mother departed this life, relieved at last of the mind-robbing illness of dementia. As I reflect on those last weeks she was with us in December ...
