Struck Silent

The only time I am sure I am tired is when I have trouble talking or typing about myself.Yesterday was a mediocre Sunday session. I final tabled the Sunday Mulligan with the chip lead, but finished fourth. Normally the $8,000+ score would be pretty helpful, but I got destroyed in [...] Read more »

Heavy Metal Umlaut

In my bedroom, listening to Naty play her older guitar. Hard to get this tuned. Her song, “Peculiar Dream” still always makes me smile.So lovely the words pound, so lovely she loves me after a break down.Got her a new cell phone the other day, because the old one crapped [...] Read more »

For The Door To Open

I was arrogant heading into Sunday. In the words of my friends I was “gassed up.” I couldn’t miss for the last couple weeks. I didn’t play the $2,000 SCOOPs, because frankly I can’t afford it playing on my own. I did register for the $500s and such when I [...] Read more »

Convalescence: CR

I wrote a blog that scared me. Mostly because I’m acting holier than thou, like Paulo Coelho. There needs to be a transition. I can’t write the same thing over and over. There will still be more casual blogs, because those are more fun for me to write.I am healing [...] Read more »

A Doctor Named Gentles

There is so much in this world worth recording. I only wish I had the time to weave in everything one person could see into some historic piece. Yet, while my capuring 0.01% of what is around me is beyond possible, we are all living this narrative. The impossibility of [...] Read more »

The Snow Muffled The Concussion

Everything makes sense in the group hug.My fiance, who will officially change her title to ‘wife’ in eight days, pouts after I answer her distractedly while working. I turn to her and open my arms playfully. Mayo, my poodle, takes a running sprint up to my lap. He buries his [...] Read more »

Official Indulgence

It’s been a while since I popped in here. Almost a couple weeks in fact. That probably wasn’t nice to do to anyone who cared about me. Make a post about starting a new medication, then drop off the face of the Earth.The truth is my medications have been a [...] Read more »

Igual

I’m concerned with documenting my life through words. This makes little sense considering I rarely reread my blog. At times, yes, an old blog post will come up, but reading it reminds me of how dumb I was.I’m finishing this book by Donald Miller, Through Painted Desserts. He’s giving the [...] Read more »