That same old song

I used to tell this joke. It wasn’t funny because I was too serious. I said it with anger. People laughed. Maybe I sounded funny, but I seethed secretly. Anyway, here’s the joke: If I die early, don’t play “Amazing Grace.” I heard that song too many times at my parents’ funerals. I wanted aContinue reading “That same old song”

Working out of the darkness in 2020

Darkness washed over me as I pointed my Charger south on U.S. Highway 169 toward Winterset. I forgot how dark it gets in the country, away from the constant glow of the city. Even a small city like Des Moines never goes completely dark. Orange hues from streetlights radiate into the night sky creating anContinue reading “Working out of the darkness in 2020”

I’m having writer’s block even though I don’t believe in writer’s block for the sake of irony, I guess

Writer’s block. I don’t believe in it. Writer’s block is an affectation allowed people who already have a few successful novels and enough money in the bank to worry about perfection. I am a workaday, ink-stained ragamuffin. I sling sentences and stack paragraphs. I try to make them good. I strive for clear, concise andContinue reading “I’m having writer’s block even though I don’t believe in writer’s block for the sake of irony, I guess”

That horribly cliched post about 10 things I learned in the 2010s

I started to write the year-in-review, decade-in-review post. I stopped. Why? 1. Cliche. I hate cliche. 2. Who cares? I lived. I learned. I succeeded. I failed. Everything in between. This reflection on personal history is only valuable if you can take lessons from it to live more at ease in the next day. Otherwise,Continue reading “That horribly cliched post about 10 things I learned in the 2010s”

You don’t have to care about most things despite how much people harangue you

Simplify. Key to mental peace. Advice from favorite writer, Max Allan Collins: Kill every unnecessary word. This blog? Murder some necessary ones. No pay, no verbs. Deal. So, simplify. Take problems. Sort into two piles. Pile 1: Stuff I need to give a shit about. Pile 2: Stuff I don’t need to give a shitContinue reading “You don’t have to care about most things despite how much people harangue you”

On negotiations and compromises with the ski machine

Post gym. Day whatever. Lost count. Late. Had to finish story before PT. Nate needed to push plates. Worked out details in advance. Barbell chest press on incline bench. Ski machine stand or sit. Carry 35-pound kettlebells down and back in gym. Sit ups. All reps of 10 except kettlebell walk. Time: 28 minutes. RehabbingContinue reading “On negotiations and compromises with the ski machine”

Random stacks of paragraphs about being bloated, de-carbonated and probioticated

Ugh. Doc says avoid carbonation. Try probiotic. Been bloated, water retention. Grr. Favorite thing: Pop. Drink too much? Of course. Still. I want. Had one today. Rest was iced tea. Yeah. Yeah. I know. Drink water. I do. I drink a gallon of it when I go to the gym. An actual gallon. And I’mContinue reading “Random stacks of paragraphs about being bloated, de-carbonated and probioticated”

More meandering babble about football, depression and ‘Rick and Morty’

Sunday football. Bears off. Patriots lost. Rams and Seahawks the night game. No skin. Except … Pete Carroll. Strong distaste for him. Coached USC program rife with corruption. Reggie Bush has to give back Heisman. Carroll goes to NFL to make millions. This is humanity. It is not a question of if we are beingContinue reading “More meandering babble about football, depression and ‘Rick and Morty’”

There is no moral at the end of this story

Not much to say lately. I haven’t felt well. Gut stuff. Leave it at that. Slight fever, not worrisome. Brain stuff is so-so. Change of seasons and daylight decline never used to bother me. It does now. Can’t say way. One more indignity of age. Edgy is the primary status update. Everything is extra. Sensitive.Continue reading “There is no moral at the end of this story”

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