The Hellish Handbasket
The life and times of a chronic malcontent
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Dissertation Hell: Get me off this Z-ticket ride!
Art Hell: Do what you love and you'll probably starve
Vegan Hell: The atrophied malcontent admits defeat
Educator Hell: If the student failed to learn, the teacher failed to teach? Really?
About the illustrations: Art is for everyone
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March 26, 2023
Look good or feel good
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Like so many people over the past few years, I've lost the will to groom. The Covid era has bludgeoned all desire to look good right out...
March 19, 2023
Who cares to admit complete defeat?
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Dumb question, right? You would say, gosh, Carol, nobody, if you put it like that . But what are we talking about? Defeat is the flipside of...
March 12, 2023
Failing to plan might not be so bad
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It might be spring. It's hard to tell, weather is a variable phenomenon here in the desert. Last week it snowed. Today it was 75F. Wet o...
March 05, 2023
Fear of freedom
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During the several years I was waiting for my mother to die, I daydreamed about what life would be like when I was finally "free."...
February 26, 2023
Your turn will come
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I'd like to focus on the victory of the week, whch was that I figured out how to format an epub book that passed muster with IngramSpark...
February 18, 2023
Things that don't heal by themselves
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I've heard time heals all wounds. That sounds nice, but time doesn't heal everything. A few things come to mind. Cars. Teeth. Hearts...
February 12, 2023
The path is less-traveled for a good reason
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I'm blogging tonight because it is a task on my calendar. That is the only reason. My brain is a stinky pile of pudding. I've spen...
February 05, 2023
Taking life at thinking speed
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Today as I walked at thinking speed on the Huckelberry Loop, baking under 77°F sunshine, I reflected on the almost two years since I moved f...
January 29, 2023
Finding the thank-you-god ledges along the journey
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My friend E told me about the Thank You God Ledge in Yosemite. I looked it up and saw photos. No thanks. It's a long narrow ledge almost...
January 22, 2023
My aching back
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You'd think I'd be used to change by now, after sixty-six years on the planet. Nope. Still not used to it. Still cranky when things ...
January 15, 2023
Elevation is not the same as transcendence
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Who knew elevation matters? Maybe you know all about elevation and air pressure. I'm a slow science learner. The experts tell me air pre...
January 08, 2023
One way out
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As I walked along the bike path next to the Rillito River this afternoon, dodging bicyclists and enjoying the winter sun baking the back of ...
January 01, 2023
Making it visible
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Happy new year, Blogbots. I've had this drawing ready to go since 2016. How are you doing so far on your resolutions for the new year?...
December 25, 2022
Happy holidays from the Hellish Hand-basket
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Another year plods to a close. How do individual moments seem to drag when days, months, and years speed by so fast? The moments of 2022 ble...
December 18, 2022
Free falling in slow motion
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Remember when Alice fell down the rabbit hole, and she fell for such a long time, she got bored and fell asleep? The lesson of that story is...
December 11, 2022
It looks like the end, but it's not
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I am compelled to evaluate everything. I come by it naturally. My ancestors survived by constantly evaluating their environment for threats....
December 04, 2022
What is success?
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The question of the day: What is success? Go ahead, take your time. I'll let you ponder the question for a minute. It's not a trick ...
November 27, 2022
Searching for a feeling
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As I was shuffling along the bike path by the dry Rillito River riverbed, I came to a realization that has helped me put another piece of th...
November 20, 2022
Destined for greatness
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Howdy Blogbots. I'm happy to announce, my glitchy heart keeps chugging along, dragging the rest of me with it. I guess I follow where th...
November 13, 2022
Stop making sense
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If I could sum up my primary problem in one sentence, it would be this: I can't stop trying to make sense. Sense of my life, sense of ot...
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