Category Archives: Memories
Pyroclastic Dreams
Most of my dreaming is done when I am awake. I have had some memorable dreams in my nocturns, but they were not in any way mystical or guiding. Just strange amalgamations of the things going on at the time … Continue reading
A Fortnight Gone By
Last night I got a call from someone claiming to be fraud prevention and nearly gave away a code over the phone to authorize a new device. When done, I reset my password and thanked my wife for helping to … Continue reading
The Day Marker, What About It? It’s Autumn.
I left a day marker at the end of last month and never explained it. Now is the time to. There is a lot to say about it, but I am at the moment busy living life, and enjoying what … Continue reading
A Day Marker
Hello world. One of the most important days of my life has just occurred. It is extraordinarily private, so I cannot share details as it involves others, but I sure as hell want to mark the occasion with a note … Continue reading
Twenty Years Blogging
I never really thought of it till just now. I guess it was back in February that this blog turned twenty years old. Twenty years I have been writing about the mundane and recording the tiny events that have made … Continue reading
A Little Family History
I am at a bit of a loss for words. I have an old tin sewing box from maybe the late 1950’s or early 1960’s, my guess. I had it out from under the dresser tonight while looking for a … Continue reading
The Ventura House
133 Leighton Drive, Ventura, CA, 93001, about 1994 My great grandparent’s house in Ventura, California was built in 1925 down the block from where it currently stands and was moved up and set up on stilts in the location it … Continue reading
Tasha
Natasha is my wife’s sister, out visiting these past few weeks from her home in England. She is due to go back in a few days, and my work schedule has been such that it has not been easy to … Continue reading
Sacred Ground
It’s been fifteen years, almost to the day since a bit of ground was sanctified. It is a bit I have avoided since I moved here t the valley not long after, but yesterday I stood upon it to look … Continue reading
Just an Interesting Tidbit
One of the stories that mom told me about my childhood that I have meant to write down but have forgotten to, goes back to when I was an infant, and she was poor and single. She could not afford … Continue reading