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Laundromatting

I have spent a lot of my life in laundromats. Basically, my parent’s house was the last place I actually had an in-house washer and dryer, which I lost after their deaths when I was in my 20s. Since then, it’s been a truism that the more basic necessities...

Pulling Up and Out

So this photo is of my on-going “To Do” notebook. I know, fairly old-fashioned to have an actual hand-written list for that, but I take visceral pleasure in crossing things off my list when they are completed. The other side of that coin is the unremitting...

Something to live for

Several years ago, I woke up one morning on a weekday and lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, and thought to myself: “I have nothing to live for.” This wasn’t a suicidal thought, if you were worried. It was more the realization that I had no purpose...