The Little Words Mean the Most

HOME AT LAST!

 

 

 

 

 

Where am I now?

 

 

It's 10:37 PM eastern US time.

If you're reading this 50 years from now, it's still 10:37 PM eastern.

Unless something extraordinarily bad has happened? Did America really elect that roadside Improvised Explosive Device, Donald TRUMP, President?

Simone is on the highway. She's driving home from BOS (Logan).

The car phone never works that well. She blames me. I blame her or technology. Well, neither of us believes in technology all that much.

When it works, joy. When it doesn't?

Hoping to be the world's best corporate comms drone bee, I endured every generation of the desktop computer.

Painful decades. But I learned to change a light fixture (i.e., reinstall software). Simone takes it more for granted.

 

 

notesong1

 

With Kathy's discerning eye, we've been preparing the front yard for months, for the annual party

 

 

the party where Simone and I are reborn every year, thanks to seeing our dearest friends at LEAST annually. Do come, if you're around!!

wish you were here!

email to Moceanic

 

 

 

 

twin contrails over my office

 

 

 

we're on the flight path to a bunch of somewheres

 

 

our 1st thistle

 

my ancestry: bee candy with a lot of spikes

 

 

 

that doesn't come tattooed on your right buttock

 

that's the stirring in your heart and muscles

 

when you hear the pipes exhale and then a competent man of the highlands begins whining

 

you respond

 

there are deep wires

 

TRIBAL is beyond philosophy    i  reckon

 

 

The Eternalities

 

 

I've written I hope to write this NEW book called

 

the ETERNALITIES

 

it includes everything I know (?), I don't know (!), I wish I knew about, purely speculational

 

probably donor comms

 

something this way comes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

quiet moment contemplating Nancy Duarte's RESONATE