Tag Archive: Rockridge

Good night, Lucy

Over the past couple months, Lucy and I have worked out a little routine before bed.   When I go in to fill up my water glass, she comes out and meets me… Continue reading

No assassination attempts here, I’ll take a desk job instead?

I’m rumbling along, too vaguely happy and scatterbrained to have much on my mind to share, unless I go a little further up and get all literal on you. It’s only been two… Continue reading

Scheduling failure, belly tetris, and productive nothing.

That was a very worthwhile complete waste of time. As I mentioned before, I haven’t needed to plan anything ahead of time for the last few years, an atrophied skill that has gifted… Continue reading

Reunited with one of my great loves

I was reunited with one of the great loves of my life this afternoon. My parents dropped her off yesterday, and her curves, lines, and quirks are as familiar to me, as nostalgic… Continue reading

Lavender squirrels smoking cigarettes. (See, commas are important.)

I still forget, or maybe just don’t believe, that I actually live here now. Live someplace now. How is that different from visiting it? Should I buy a map and study the streetplan?… Continue reading