So it’s been far too long since I’ve posted – and as I’m wont to do when I try to get myself back in a writing groove, I present bullet points: As soon as Duffy and the kids leave for school in the morning, Luna, my cat, likes to follow me around. Every now &… Continue reading Where I poke my head in during a busy streak
Category: Depression
Where I process this past weekend
A long time ago, I started a blog specifically to chronicle my cycling. Then it turned into “how I was going to get myself healthy.” It didn’t take long, however, for me to start writing to “keep the crazy at bay.” I don’t write here as much as I once did, mostly because I find… Continue reading Where I process this past weekend
Where I remember a dear friend
Honestly, the name was Mrs. Skewers’s idea. I started playing ‘cello in the 3rd grade, and she insisted that every instrument must be named. But I can’t, for the life of me, remember my ‘cello’s name. What I do remember is Mrs. Skweres, looking at me, exasperatedly, after I had missed yet another ‘cello lesson.… Continue reading Where I remember a dear friend
Where I think about habits
The past couple of weeks have been relatively rough for me. As much as I abhor it, I’m a creature of schedule — I do best when things aren’t novel. In fact, I almost strive for a routine. A routine means that it’s easy for me to make good decisions as to what to eat.… Continue reading Where I think about habits
Where I recount my past weekend
This past weekend was Easter weekend — well, I guess, the past two weekends were Easter weekend. See, my wife is Greek Orthodox, and as such, I’m heavily involved with the Greek Orthodox church in our community1. In fact, I’m the cathedral organist2. Since the orthodox calendar is different than the “western calendar” when it… Continue reading Where I recount my past weekend
Where I look for inspiration
I was chatting with a very dear the friend the other day, and, somehow, the words “you’re inspiring” were used. I may have blushed, and then I tried to figure out how this happened. See, I don’t see myself as inspiring. I see myself as a guy, trying to “keep his head above water,” who… Continue reading Where I look for inspiration
Where I ponder where “Crazy Schedule” turns to “Actual Crazy”
When I close my eyes, I can swear I hear Patsy Cline’s singing. Every now & then I post about my schedule, and people claim that they wish that they had my energy, or that they don’t understand how I do everything I do. Then there are spells like what I’m going through. This weekend… Continue reading Where I ponder where “Crazy Schedule” turns to “Actual Crazy”
As the train approached
I was certain he had a family. As the train approached, I saw his face. I recognized him. Normally, he worked the morning shift, speaking his “good morning” and dictating the next stop in that heavy West African accent of his. You know, that type of accent that you can’t help but smile and relax… Continue reading As the train approached