It is only a To Do List, but you would think Mount Kilimanjaro lies before me. The weather is beautiful, and I have no appointments, no aches nor pains, and no excuses. It is just that I don’t want to do anything on the list. I have already managed to while away several hours doing…
What is borrowed time, and where does it come from? Is it a loan taken out at birth … X amount of time borrowed from the future? Is the plan to spend it down over the years until it is gone? Or does one pay back into the fund and so recalibrate the interest due…
This tesserae piece is one of my favorite compositions. The small tesserae pieces cut from old paintings and used to create the image, are a reflection of my earliest day-dreams. When I was five or six, I often stayed with my grandparents during the summer. Sitting on their back porch whiling away the time, staring…
It was time once again for my tires to be checked and rotated. So I wended my way through the massive road-works and decrepit pavements of Bristol hoping that Bedding Barn had not gone out of business, as Tire Depot lies behind it, and the only signage is a small sandwich board on route six,…
Life seems to be catching up with me these days. It’s the aging thing. One cannot after all, halt the advance of time, the tides of time, the march of time, the procession of time, the parade of time, or the slow-rolling-moss-covered-Godzilla of time. Whatever one chooses to call it really makes no never-mind, time…
Hello nice to meet you. I know you are really new at this, and the learning curve is pretty steep, not to mention all the palaver that goes with ringing in the new year … remembering to write 2020 rather than 2019, … squirreling away all the old unread papers, … corralling all the relevant…
Last week I awoke to the lovely sound of a bird singing outside my bedroom window. It was so lovely to lie there contemplating the arrival of spring, and the end of winter here in New England. However, after a while it dawned on me that the bird song was uncharacteristically regular and sort of…
Sometimes it really feels as if I am living in a time warp … you know, like some sort of weird worm hole has opened up and swallowed my time and left me with only the bits and pieces that weren’t prime. Father Time has a voracious appetite, but is at the same time a…
Today it would seem despite appearances to the contrary, I am not actually awake. Oh sure, I am up and walking around. I have had my coffee, done my exercises, and taken my vitamins. I have started the laundry and returned calls, and made lists of things to do and watered the plants, and really…