The recent past…in writing
My dreams are woven from dark fabric; bound in smoke and fire – embellished with tears. Yet, to see such decoration our eyes need light. It is pointless to weave intricate patterns that cannot be seen. There can never be destruction without creation.
Pessimistic pondering must be balanced by Idealism, or the entire dream collapses into depthless nightmare.
So, yes. I am a man with Pessimistic Idealism driving my thoughts. Since nothing is mutually inclusive, these two clashing concepts work in balance to create some future vision. I think they birth Hope…and a fragile Faith.read more
The Great Motorcycle Hunt of 2018 Spivey is now in the loving hands of my daughter. He was a faithful steed and I miss him. But I am very happy he is where he is. Searching... This Spring I will get my next bike. Since I have a habit of researching the...read more
Toxicity …is everywhere, and it’s seeping into life — both waking and sleeping. This is what I’m doing about it.read more
Let’s Make This Official: I HATE Agoraphobia!
It’s almost debilitating…the anxiety and panic, claustrophobic, tunnel-vision shut down that I have to fight every time I think of going outside, or to the store, or anywhere!…
White Supremacists in the Full-Time RV community have forced me to deactivate my FaceBook account. Old friends are not really speaking to me right now. We have one car, so while Julie’s at work I’m land-bound.read more
Earlier this year we literally gave away everything we owned and went full-time in our 5th wheel (the Grand Oppression Palace, of GOP). Then, of course, life happened!read more
Wedding! MY YOUNGEST DAUGHTER IS GETTING MARRIED! WOOT! Second wedding of the year. I love you guys! Have fun in Mexico and…read more
Remembering Ice and Cold
If I look at measures, I think in winters. Not moons, suns, stars or the ticks on a ruler or those of a clock. I recollect by the numb freeze of fingers and ears. Heavy feet in boots. The rhythmic puff clouds huffed out in blue-grey morning light.read more