Tuesday


19
Dec 17

We made it back to the house

I wrote about this the other day, because good gracious we just made the same seven-hour drive a few weeks ago, but Allie travels well.

She roams around the car. We don’t let her sit with the driver for safety, but she’ll make laps around the back and with the passenger and, occasionally, the back shelf.

I can never decide which would be more interesting to know: the reaction of people in other cars, or what the cat sees whirring by.

These are the days of that, though. Back in just after a regular dinner time tonight, just in time to unpack, eat something and go to bed. Back to work tomorrow. A few days in the office and then back on the road once more.

More on Instragram and, of course, on Twitter.


5
Dec 17

And now a few Twitter notes about different mediums

More on Twitter and on Instagram.


28
Nov 17

The holidays, in a toe box

Early morning, parking lot walk philosophy:

There are a few corollaries here, too, of course. The longer you endure it, the sharper the stone. The sharper the stone, the bigger it feels. The bigger it feels, the more tender-footed I am.

Isn’t it interesting how the pebble can bother you off and on? You can forget it is even there if it slips to the right part of the shoe. But then it always comes back. And what does one do when they remove the pebble? You just put it back in circulation.

There is no end to the metaphor here, I’d bet.

Allie is back to her comfortable napping:

And we’re back to the regular schedule. Except regular this time of year means getting into that end-of-semester rush and the holidays blitz. The days will go quickly, and there won’t be enough time to do the things you need to do. Or is that just me? There won’t be enough days and you’ll hobble through them as best you can. Or is that just me?

Maybe it is the pebble.


21
Nov 17

On the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, I have nothing

This is a store sign …

Specifically for a restaurant. Potbelly Sandwiches, to be exact. But when I see things like this I always think there’s an art form we haven’t explored yet. Shadow art exists, to be fair, and they even call it shadow art. You’d think that would be both obvious and maybe too ominous, but it exists.

Maybe this is isn’t about art, but about advertising. You could change your messaging without repainting your canvas.


14
Nov 17

The beautiful trouble of autumn, Part VIII

I’m in another, and surely, final, week of the local autumn observational complaint. You can’t make autumn stay, you can’t show off the season properly. I’m still trying to do it, even though it can’t be done. But I’m still trying.

More leaves are falling, the time is drawing nigh. But we’re not into the long dark season of winter’s discontent just yet.

There’s still a lot of color up in the air.