The Start of The Beginning, Still Early

Why can't I see the roots?  Then I would know how the garden is doing, if it is healthy or not.  I sometimes get the impression that my garden is chamelleon-like.  The trees know how to look healthy to me and when I am around them, they look healthy.  But when I leave and when I hear about them from others ( Read more... )

   I had something to say about people, being proactive, about how uncontrollable life is, but none of it was coherent.  I find is hard to write when I am not in a calm state of mind.  So, let us have some fun (That's the royal 'us,' since I have no audience yet and because it is most likely the case that I am the only one who will enjoy this).  I ( Read more... )

   Wow!  20 big ones.  Goodbye to the teen years.  I realize that you are not yet reading my journal (only because none of you are saavy enough to find it), but I can still wish you a happy birthday anyways.  Allow me to say it has been a pleasure getting to know you and watching you through all of the ups and downs of your life.  My first memory ( Read more... )

   I've been reading a great memoir by James Frey.  It's called A Million Little Pieces and it is about his struggle to overcome addictions that have brought him to the brink of death.  The intro grabbed me and hasn't let go.  Here it is:

The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.

I broke something, Old Man.

How badly is it broken?

It's in ( Read more... )

Writing really helps.
I wrote the bit about driving and I've been more aware of my own driving tactics.
Writing is cheap therapy.
What else can I bring out into the light?

Keep climbin'

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Welcome to my treehouse!

What better way to start than with something that has been bothering me of late: People are bad drivers.  Common courtesy has been cleaned off the roads by the street sweeper.  Turn signals have gone the way of the dinosaur.  Everybody is in a hurry to get nowhere three seconds faster.  Come on, do we really think we are ( Read more... )