Fighting For Time

It seems I’m often fighting for time, At home, at work, with my kids. With myself, In the evening, daytime, middle of the night, Like right now, scribbling at 3:00am, awakened by thoughts about work, life, struggles, battles, Fleeting joy, this I know, fighting for time, not so good, slight of hand preferred, slight improvements …

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Piled High

Emotions piled high, letting the weight settle, Ten days of go, to decision and loss and sadness and alone, Our last canine, remaining sister, her time to end, to heart stop, eternal sleep, house quiet, heavy. Ten days plus 556 days since the family changed, two households now, split, solo dad era established, Adjusted ok …

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Remembering Grandma

Funny what comes to mind in the middle of the night, Remembering Grandma, my mom’s mom, Crossword puzzle doer, pie maker, diligent life-long partner, Tiny Italian from The Indian Territories of what became Oaklahoma, Middle of the night waker-upper, Person to write about at 1 AM… Miss you, Grandma.

Roll On

Roll on, John C., Quiet champion, Endlessly generous, Salt of the Earth Guy, 300 / 800 Guy, Now Stockton Bowling Hall-of-Fame Guy too. Honored, humbled, thankful to witness the moment. Most all of the family there too. Shirley Temples for the kids crew too. GOOD.

Roll On

Roll on, John C., Quiet champion, Endlessly generous, Salt of the Earth Guy, 300 / 800 Guy, Now Stockton Bowling Hall-of-Fame Guy too. Honored, humbled, thankful to witness the moment. Most all of the family there too. Shirley Temples for the kids crew too. GOOD.