Monthly Archives: September 2006
Bon voyage
Finished up the work week without much ado. Now I must hastily pack and get to bed so that I’ll be refreshed for the ten hour drive to Little Rock. The iPod is charged and ready for road-trippin’. Copious amounts … Continue reading
Sofa siesta
Holy crap, am I ever tired. One more day of work and Mary Alice and I hit the road for Little Rock, Arkansas to celebrate her brother’s wedding. I sorely need the break from the hospital and the ever-present drama … Continue reading
Invasion of the gummy-snatchers
Monday mornings I wake to sound of the dumpster being emptied. When it crashes to the ground the whole apartment shakes. In my sleepy haze I thought another thunderstorm was raging. I was dreaming about the kids (the patients at … Continue reading
Stupid cows
This “blogging everyday” experiment promises to be interesting–to me anyway. I don’t know what the other two or three readers will think. The thing is, once my work schedule kicks in, there’s not much to report between blog entries other … Continue reading
Tears from Heaven
Man, did it ever rain last night. We were under a “tornado watch” until 3am, which terrified my wife. I didn’t worry about it too much. I figured, “If it’s our time, it’s our time.” Of course, we all interpret … Continue reading
Old Strings
It’s been raining cats and dogs all day and I haven’t accomplished much other than taking Mary Alice to school and playing a few tunes on the guitar. I miss the days when I used to play all the time, … Continue reading
Carpe ___?
It never ceases to amaze me how good it feels to step out of the three-ring circus of Me, Myself and I for awhile and make someone else’s well-being Priority Number One. I busted my ass at work this week, … Continue reading
The Dana Carvey Show / Giving it away
The Dana Carvey Show was cancelled seven episodes into its first season in 1996. I guess depicting the President of the United States breast-feeding babies and pigs in the opening sketch of the first episode isn’t exactly “playing it safe” … Continue reading
The company of angels
[Another chapter in The radical i experiment, a writing project in gestation.] Lost in thought at the Open Eye CafĂ©. Last night Brenda died in my dream. I’m remembering this as I stare at a vase of flowers getting showered … Continue reading
Farewell Fishers
I just finished the final season of Six Feet Under, and it broke my heart. I know it’s “just a TV show,” but I guess I was pretty attached to it, and I especially identified with Nate. The whole experience … Continue reading