How it started.

How it ended.

Or I could stick with the whole what's-the-pointedness of it all and push this little f$&ker into the app store.

Or I suppose I could just go back to finishing this.

Good Trouble

What’s on deck (for when I grow tired of writing to myself).

Kinda not getting how the way folks use the Micro.Blog platform is any different than the way folks use Twitter.

When, after 15 years, you still like your tattoos.

When the dog disputes the exclusivity of the so called cat door.

When someone knocking at your front door leads to flipped furniture (and the flipping of whatever happens to be sitting on that furniture at the time of the knock).

When the message for the notification is left to the user.

When you finally hang the stained glass you have been lugging around for twenty years.

When your life lacks purpose and you buy an  Watch.

You know … every so often … Carrot is f$&kin’ spot on.

The four-leaf clover I found while waiting to have my brain scanned at the Amen Clinic.

Damn good dawg

My god, I thought getting myself to write again after 18 years was meant to be the challenging part. The futility has me hanging by a thread.

Proof I have been finding four-leaf clovers all my life, these were in the 1993 high school yearbook I just flipped through.

The literacy rate of our avifauna must be unprecedented.

I mean … who doesn’t love a good orange?

The rough draft is ready for

How the dog’s face gets groomed. One snip at a time while she is asleep.