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16 June 2012
And, speaking of my home, here we herd cats. Kind of hilarious that our tones of home become those of my workplace .
Cat people rule!
08 June 2012
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09 April 2012
Where to run, what to hum
when darkness falls?
There’s a lady who knows
about stairways and a dance.
Did she take the chance
to make sense of it all?
Can she ever be more
than she was born to be?
Will the call free her at last,
when darkness falls?
06 April 2012
Funny what happens when you turn over those proverbial rocks. Some friends glitter. Some confuse you, so you polish the stone and find it’s, well, a stone.
Some amaze. More so with acquaintances that you don’t often talk to. Like DH: “Hey, where have you been? Did you run out of things to say?”
Hah. But, like Alice in Wonderland, I sometimes stay quiet and just stare, afraid of the wrong word/thought/impulse at the wrong juncture/moment/snare. Like her, I’m afraid not all things appear as they are (aka, man, he’s weird).
How do we come to be each other’s friends? Rarely a weeky goes awry when I don’t wonder about these types of things. Maybe because it’s gratifying to bring extra stuff to ‘the game,’ being a better friend than the other person would have expected.
I count myself so lucky to have seen so many friends ‘from the inside’ and be amazed and humbled by what you do. You paint pictures that dance in my head, ones that color-in the world around me….
22 February 2012
We, the TMM Family, spent over a holiday week in Florida and I just returned from another week there. Yeah, it’s almost all it’s cracked up to be: vast and varied, endless sunshine and salty breezes, with the promise of something fun down every boulevard. The malls fascinate me with their palms that line the parking lanes, and scrub grass somehow befits the terrain and calms the spirit.
It’s also full of unexpected cold mornings, too much traffic at times, and other nit-noidy things I could complain endlessly about. I mean, hey, we lived in St. Pete for two years just before this Maryland gig. Talk is cheap when one endlessly gripes and does nothing about it, so I’ll downplay the downsides of Florida and focus on the good stuff:
· Parents (and my cousin & family) who warmly welcome you into their homes
· Warm breezes that carry your concerns away
· Duct tape emblazoned with the Univ. of Florida Gators logo
· Restaurants everywhere – you’d never need to eat at home, just fatten up out on the town
· BBQ grills everywhere
· Boats in the driveways and other toys, like campers and jet skis, out back
· A more relaxed attitude toward life which doesn’t need watches nor as many deadlines
If you’ve not been there, try Florida on for size. And, so as to not slight the Deep South itself, we’ve also lived in Georgia and Alabama, and they each have their own charms!
11 February 2012
(Federal budget season is winding down, so TMM winds back up, though maybe just a couple times a week this go-'round)
no one wants to see them
in tidal pools of dreams
see only their reflection
spangling the daylight anew
both what we need, what we want
06 January 2012
At the risk of offending my audience, I won’t spell-out “MahN” so suffice it to say the perceived madness is about how some guys tackle the challenges of life, be it work, home or the open range. In my life, it’s the road under my running shoes. Shoes I’m told move faster than I thought and, stopwatch says, yeah verily do hit 10.3 minutes per mile! Not lightning fast but good enough to avoid cars.
I wonder if it’s just guys who get the itch to do something crazy, like running when light snowflakes kiss my face and tatter along my legs, cold ones since I don’t do running pants. The point isn’t the destination, since I’m not self-competitive enough to care much about running faster.
I guess the point has to do with manning-up to something and walking away head-held-up, ready to grab an air guitar and solo the rest of the day away. That life were that simple! Bottom line is there’s sense to the goofiness some of us weave into our days, it just takes perception to understand the colors of those threads.