Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

I’ve been mildly frantic (can you be MILDLY frantic?) to regain balance after a hard summer. Also I’m a moody cuss and I was having a bad week at work. I found myself spewing expletives even more than my usual … Continue reading →

In my last post, I arrived home after dark in my “old truck”. I was too tired to squeeze it in it’s corner of the barn. I parked it outdoors next to the hulking but modern Dodge. It was quite … Continue reading →

I was in the driveway to my house. My “old truck” was warmed up and idling about as smoothly as it ever will. The rain had just ceased. I was tired but happy to have “shaken the kinks out” on … Continue reading →

Lose the “old truck” and an aging man is that much closer to dead. I grew up where (and when) most men had “an old truck” in the backyard. (I grew up in a poor rural area.) That rusting derelict … Continue reading →

“All told, everyone was super nice to each other. What’s the word that’s overused but still exists? Oh yeah… community. It was a community and everyone in it was good to everyone else.” I’m limiting my exposure to media and, … Continue reading →

I had a rough summer. I’ve mentioned it before but that doesn’t change its import. It could have been worse. I made it. The recovery isn’t all bad. I’m not pissy and moping. Shit happened and then it was over. … Continue reading →

During my difficult summer I lamented that even simple inexpensive joys were unavailable. I glared at natural views locked behind the windows of airplanes and cars. I gazed forlornly at trees from the budget busting cage of hotel rooms. I … Continue reading →

That was a nice surprise! Having returned from a two month hiatus I got a score* of happy comments welcoming me back to the living. I appreciate that! Also a few coffees popped up in “buy me a coffee”. Nice! … Continue reading →

Two months. A person I loved has died. I stand on shaky legs; missing the “before”, uneasy in the bereft “after”. It was both too long and too short; I suppose whatever increment elapsed was the correct increment. Death is … Continue reading →

[Today’s story is long. You’ve been warned! I’m in no shape for tight editing. As Mark Twain once said: “I didn’t have time to write a short letter, so I wrote a long one instead.”] [Also, it’s never my intention … Continue reading →