I’ve reached the age when parents are dying and friends are retiring from their jobs. The former sucks and is a hard fact of life. The latter makes me jealous. There are pages and pages of quotes about retirement on the Internet. I know. I just read them all. Some are humorous. Like these: My…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Sixty Two
Ten years ago, I attended a writing workshop with the poet Kim Stafford. One writing prompt he assigned was this: Make a list about the things you’ve learned this week. Apparently, here’s what I learned that week: Whales sing underwater. Bob G. was a United pilot for 40 years. Golf carts get stuck in the…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Sixty One
These darn birds. They taunt me all day long, buzzing by my window, sometimes sitting on a tree limb no more than six feet away on the other side of the glass. When I look his way, I swear he’s looking right at me–and he tilts his head. Then, there are the sounds. The male…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day 60
The number 60: My next Big-Oh Birthday. The year of my oldest brother’s birth. Sixty seconds to a minute; sixty minutes to an hour. “60 Minutes” started out airing every other Tuesday against the popular show “Marcus Welby M.D.” It premiered September 24th, 1968, and included Mike Wallace and Andy Rooney. “Three score” The sum…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Fifty-Nine
Yesterday, Lulu led us to the beach on our walk. It was the first weekend beaches were re-opened to more than just exercising, and the pent-up demand for beach activity was evident. We got to the part where the road becomes a trail alongside a stream. Ever since a couple monk seals had been reportedly…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Fifty Eight
My spider-friend is gone, her web in tatters. This time, Lulu isn’t to blame. Last weekend, Lulu decided to walk between the chair and the wall of the house, for some reason only she knows, and in doing so, she walked off with a good portion of the spider’s web on her back. However, at…
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