playful musings on various topics,
complex paradigms, and
discovered trophies
Return
One of the things about the first time going back to visit a former place of residence, especially if a lot of gnarly personal history took place in said locale, is you never know how the encounter will unfold. I suppose that’s true of any travel, but in this particular case I noticed signs of intense anticipation leading up to my departure.
Travel
One thing I enjoy about planning travel, is that magical moment when the open spaces in my calendar become a mandate to engage with ALL the EVERYTHING. Then, remembering the way this is a circle that can lead to NONE OF ANYTHING, I make an attempt to whittle the agenda down until a modest reflection of reason appears, at least on the surface.
Sign Right Here
My furry friend, so cute and so astoundingly destructive, has vacated, leaving no trace of corpsey carcass odors under my shed. I am glad for that, because reading about murderous removal options rattled my Buddhist adjacent inner compass nearly out of operational balance.
Furry Putin
If you’re ever missing the malignant narcissist you used to love, or feeling altogether frisky in the self-flagellation department, here’s how to attract a ground hog to your garden…
