Category Archive: conversations

Missing you, Blue

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Well, God or whatever I’m talking at, here I am again at the same time and place typing in the dark.  The Gentle Giant is sleeping in back of my office chair, there… Continue reading

AND THE ANSWER IS…

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I’m going to be lazy and make this my blog tonight, with a link to Amanda’s page so you’ll know why I wrote this reply:   http://surprisinglives.net/2015/08/31/introduce-yourself-1/ All right! I can’t pass up a good… Continue reading

When Insomnia isn’t insomnia

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Hi again, God.  It’s 3 in the morning. Insomnia. Not exactly. Remember that when you’re half asleep at 2 in the afternoon and can’t say a coherent sentence. Well, I took that expensive… Continue reading

smorgas-war

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We’ve got to stop meeting like this, God or whatever I’m talking to.  It’s 2am, I’m typing in the dark, and I’ve had another one of those dreams…again. I know.  I was there.… Continue reading

The Jelly Roll of Despair

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Early Monday Morning.  It feels so good to rest my head on the back of a well-padded office chair while I sit in the dark and type.  The Fat White Dog has stopped… Continue reading

Conquering fear

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Well God, or love, or kindness, or just another part of me that’s too ornery to die, if the goal of living this delusion called life is to overcome my fear I’m doing… Continue reading

Delusional Days

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Well, God, whoever you are, or me but hopefully not a ‘whatever’…it’s another one of those days again.  You seem to be having a lot of those days recently. I’m thankful for my… Continue reading

The not-quite-right apocalypse

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Hello?  Hello?  Anybody out there?   Yes.  If you have any doubt, look in the mirror. The mind screams “something isn’t right.”  And how is this different from any other day? The dreams… Continue reading

The Fans of Clutter

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God!  Why can’t I sleep? It’s an epidemic. Of what? Cultural amnesia.  It was once quite common for families to be up in the middle of the night.  Instead of moaning about it,… Continue reading

In the dark and going nowhere.

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Hey, God, or whatever you are.  It’s the butt-crack of Dawn again.  Do you know what I like about being in the dark? Your dogs. You’re no fun!  You seem very good at… Continue reading