HIDING PLACES Doesn’t Matter Why Why doesn’t matter when ‘who’, ‘what’, ‘when’, and ‘where’ are in play. My first favorite hiding place was in plain sight. I’d wake up in the morning and have the house to myself. It would be a few hours before anyone else stirred. Then the peace of the morning was … More Hiding…because.
I’m involved with a new treatment for macular degeneration. It involves jabbing a needle into my eyeball and injecting a solution into the retina that will colapse the delamination of the tissue causing the blurring of the focal point of that eye. I can’t tell you how unnerving this procedure is for me. The first … More Eyeball on a Stick and a Few Other Dark Thoughts. Oh yeah; A Poem About Truth.
What does one do with something like this? Hold it out proudly and just say, “Here I was. Take a look.” This is a taxi ride from Dunoon to Ardnadam Pier. A regular ride after a night of carousing. This is the Holy Loch where the Polaris Submarines would tie up for repairs after each … More Ardnadam Pier
IT’S NEVER TOO LATE It’s never too late but it can be too little. Perhaps, “it’s the thought that counts”, is more fitting here. I did something in 1971 that has bugged me all these years. Last week I found myself in a situation where I could make an amends about the cruel act I … More It’s Never Too Late.
https://sirago5.wordpress.com/2015/11/09/theres-a-small-hotel/ I read this and I think it is worthy of anyone’s time to read. I hope someone does. Have a great day. I’m going to L. L. Bean’s to do a bit of boot shopping. It’s that time of year. Ciao, G. M. Goodwin 29 November 2018
WALKING A LINE Six of us left the 400 building. No eye contact with lots of polite door holdings and thank you’s. Walking with purpose and direction toward a distant cement structure. The day is cold enough for a coat but three of the six are wearing only grey sweatshirts for warmth. Do you have … More Walking a Line
I’M STUCK Someplace between sad, tired, and fed-up. In an effort to avoid the boredom that sits next to me, I looked at my most recent copy of The Sun, December 2018. On the cover is a photo of two black people standing close together. I am not black. I am white. Just writing that … More I’m Stuck
Which is slightly better than being out of my head. My favorite state of mind is to be bouncing from calm to total panic. Maybe not total panic but someplace solidly between anxious and worried. Today and yesterday I was slightly to one side of concerned and feeling discomfort. My breathing has been problematic these … More Off the Top of My Head
A repeat and it will be forever this time of year. Updated to reflect specifics. Have a great day. Try to stay involved no matter what. Peace out! Dear Diary: August 12 – Moved into my little house in Boothbay. It is so beautiful here. The view of the back river and islands is stunning. … More SNOW!!!
I’ve been up to my ears in prison workshop administration chores, readying my humble abode for winter, and general depression for this past month. I’m not ready for snow. Plain and simple. But, just to get up on the step a little higher let me introduce a gang I joined recently. These gangsters keep me … More Great Gang Members (2 Women), Keeping it Light.
Playing Fair and Being Kind 