No, not THE end. If there were a nihilist in me, he might say THE end is always near but that’s a tad too Big Lebowski for a Tuesday morning. No, what I’m talking about is an end to several threads in my family’s life, and one big thread in mine. As I chronicled in my previous post (Yikes! It’s been a while: all the way back in late August), I was unable to save — and stay in —…
The wind raging outside right now is a reminder that everything changes, that no matter whether you’re in the middle of the prettiest sunny day or the most frightening storm, well, whatever it is it ain’t gonna last. That the wind is blowing out of the northwest and bringing with it a definite feel of autumn only adds to the feeling of impermanence. The wind adds to the melancholy I’m wallowing in right now after resigning myself to the fact…
If you had told me that I would ever try to cut my own hair, I’d have told you you were nuts. Not only would my vanity prevent me from doing so, I feared my klutziness would lead me to wind up with quilt-like scalp full of bald patches or even worse, I’d end up slitting my own throat. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Enter 2020 and the coronavirus. And with every data point indicating we’ve a LONG way…