This morning, I remember.
We are each other's gathering.
Like everyone else, we are adjusting.
Maintain a sense of humor, or as Gary would say: Keep your stick on the ice!
Am I not allowed to be angry even when I am right?
An abundance of caution . . . "you'll get used to it. Maybe."
When he was teaching Physics at Seaside High School, my brother held a Rube Goldberg Machine competition for his students. They worked in teams and were given a specific goal to build a machine that did something simple like cut a fruit in half or open a box. That simple process was deliberately and pointedly [...]
The shore is a moveable feast, a shifting banquet.
Sometimes the world calls and we answer.
The promise, if not kept, at least in progress.