June 25, 2017

Untitled #37, 2017

We are creatures of habit. I’m still focusing on changing some of my habits. It is so easy for me to fall back into complaining about this and that. Complaining about who hurt me and why. Complaining about the past. My focus is trying to discuss and move forward. I literally have to realize not everyone wants to discuss and get to the bottom of things before moving on. Sweeping things under the rug is so much easier.

Father’s Day

Hey, I love a good caper. — Seinfeld Father’s day started with my first breakfast in bed. Yes I know, almost forty-five and never had breakfast on a small table while lounging. I could get used to it. Aside from the great breakfast he made of eggs and toast and leftover chicken (my fave), the boy was clearly up to …

June 18, 2017

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According to the boy I am the most dramatic person in the house.

Confession: I am moody.

There are literally days where I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to talk. I just want to lay in bed.

I crave silence.

Decisions

Decisions, June 2017

We first confronted our differentness 2000 miles away from home, at two in the morning in the middle of a four day weekend. It started over a simple card game the day before when I politely dismissed a couple people sharing the house with us, friends of friends who had a difference in opinion over the rules.

June 11, 2017

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We try and explain things to the boy, but we know it hasn’t quite clicked for him yet. I’m not looking forward to the day he gets his feelings hurt. I remember mine. The way my brothers got their feelings hurt. The way my cousins felt it. Who wants their kid to feel what I hear my grandparents and parents talk about. We all think it’ll get better eventually right?

2500 Mile Solo

Written while on the road during a 2500 mile solo motorcycle trip from Houston, Texas to Chattaroy, Washington (See it on a map). Every image was taken with my iPhone 6S. Day One, Ennis TX I hadn’t planned to leave until tomorrow. Only three hours on the bike today because I want to beat the rain predicted at home, but that …

June 4, 2017

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It took no more than ten minutes. I started itching in a place I just wanted to ignore so I pushed it out of my mind. By the time I was in the house my butt was literally on fire. A slow burn that just took over. Tried showering. Applying anything to soothe the itch but nothing helped. I couldn’t walk. To top it off the picture I wanted did absolutely nothing for me. I literally laid in bed on my stomach googling plants of the area and questioning how nature could have betrayed me!