Long day… thoughts and deeds and no time to explore them. So here are some chickens (the gray humps in the back are guinea hens). The Daily Stone
Chores
Mate and I were able to crawl out of bed in time to get in an early morning stroll before she had to start work. Oh look, my oil streak runs all the way down to the end of the driveway (and out into the street). I have never regretted…
In Medias Res (III)
My father was out of the state visiting family when I wrecked his car. As expected, he took the news with understanding and grace, grateful that no one was hurt. When he returned we got to work extricating the vehicles and righting his Escape. The first step was to use…
A Spark of Hope
I suffer from depression, and have since adolescence. The condition has been worsening over the years. Less than a month ago I destroyed the engine of my own car with a botched oil change. In the immediate aftermath the slim buffer of wellbeing that insulates my psyche was stripped away…
In Medias Res (II)
So, now I had a satisfactory explanation for the catastrophe. I made a mistake. Bad luck, and the only lessons to learn are – A thought – my dashboard has every imaginable alert. “Check your gas cap,” “your tire pressure sensor is not functioning,” “your trunk is ajar,” etc. Why…