Going Alone

There’s a very old man where I live now. I see him like a chimp sees the humans walking by its cage. The old man limps past my chimp cage...

Yumiko joined me at the beach yesterday. It was a cold and blustery evening, and we walked together from Seventeenth Street to lifeguard...

That was a challenging weekend. The body keeps telling me it’s done, despite my best efforts to lure it safely back to good health with...

Samuel Johnson reflects on the condition and state of opportunity and choice for women in mid-18th century England. Rambler 39 - The...

I’m back at the beach today for a second try (after failing yesterday due to rain). Having completed one full reading of Going Alone from...

The Good Life Meditation is my daily recitation and reminder of personal objectives and principles used in pursuit of a purposeful life...

There were kites at the beach yesterday, enormous kites, down by the pier, soaring near, high and steady like great beasts swimming in a...

I’ve realized something interesting about this frustrating cognitive decline, that it is less a decline than a slowing, a reduction in...

Yumiko asked me yesterday if anyone would notice if we silently slipped away from America. It was during our lunchtime dog walk, when we...

Such a nice visit from Emily yesterday. She appeared as from nowhere on a Monday (she’d warned us she was coming the day before, though...

Round two: Really feeling bad again. I checked the CDC website and learned that it is not uncommon for those with Covid to feel bad again...

Life ambushed me three times this week, caught me once, ok twice, though I struggled free. I’m more nimble now that I’m old. Able to step...

It’s time for my first live book reading since before going to Japan. This morning, I’ll read the final bits of my book, GoingAlone....

I slept soundly and deep last night, which surprised me for a Tuesday headed into Wednesday, the heart of the work week, the deep end of...

I’m overdressed for work today. I only have one meeting, and that’s with friends. And it’s a Friday, when most dress down just a...

I saw Angela the other day at the beach. She’s my friend with cancer. The woman who has decided not to treat her disease and is just...

I wrote a song last night. I knew I had it in me. But a song? Set to music which I strummed myself on guitar. I did this because of the...

Big waves arrived last night. It was around 2:30 A.M. and their crashing woke me, and woke something else—my work worry. Funny thing is,...

I’m reading a book now which I already plan to read again. It’s because I know that I am missing so much. Reading this good book...

I think I’m through the other side. Covid appears to be passed. I kept notes during the infection, marked the events and impact. That was...