Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

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 →

[For unfortunate reasons I’ve been stumbling around like a dazed moron. This is the story of me riding the wave of unawareness.] A few days later I decided to fix the tractor. Honestly there’s not much to do. My 1944 … Continue reading →

[Grief makes you dumb. I’m hopelessly distracted. I lack whatever wit I once had. Hopefully it’ll return of it’s own initiative. Presumably it’ll do so at the appropriate time. Is it not a blessing for keen awareness to vanish precisely … Continue reading →

[The following has no particular point. Life doesn’t have to be tidy. Sometimes you don’t know where you’re headed, sometimes you’re not even steering the ship, and today’s post is barely thought out.] Here are photos from last summer: Illness … Continue reading →