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?
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June 25, 2023
Moving up in elevation
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I'm back in Tucson after my week of dog-sitting. I'm trying to find the humor in 105°F and 7% humidity. Is it funny? I feel as if it...
June 18, 2023
Fighting battles in my mind
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I don't know about you (because I never hear from you), but I imagine you get weary of me whining about the ongoing disintegration of my...
June 11, 2023
Going round the bend
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Today I heard someone on a video meeting casually express an interest in moving to another city, as if that were normal, natural, and doable...
June 04, 2023
Still searching for home
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Most days, I can't tell if I'm in my right mind or not. Some days I think, I can do this, I can camp in my car, be a nomad, go on ad...
May 28, 2023
In retreat, on retreat
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Homelessness probably can be a spiritual experience for people who are supremely enlightened. I’m not one of those people. Homelessness to m...
May 21, 2023
I think I'm over the desert
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Have you heard it said, "When one door closes, another door opens"? What are we supposed to make of that? It's not a truism, i...
May 14, 2023
The special freedom of not caring
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I'm back in Tucson, after my long-anticipated/planned/dreaded month-long road trip. Thirty-four days long to be exact. It would have bee...
May 07, 2023
Another week wandering but not lost
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Day 28 of my epic road trip finds me parked in a Lowe’s parking lot in Reno, Nevada. I’m taking the “back road” back to Tucson, which means ...
May 01, 2023
The wind in the shore pines
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Day 22 of my epic road trip started as a typical spring day in Portland. That is to say, cloudy, damp, chilly, and depressing. I just droppe...
April 23, 2023
The epic road trip continues
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The epic road trip continues. Lucky me, no car camping for me this week. I spent every night indoors, hosted by friends and family. This mor...
April 16, 2023
Free falling in the California desert
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Greetings, Blogbots. I hope you are well. I am blogging to you from the lovely town of Rancho Cucamonga. At least, I think that is where I a...
April 09, 2023
Driving into the wild blue yonder
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The day has arrived. The leap into the unknown is about to begin. Do we ever know what awaits us, though? Isn't every day we choose to g...
April 02, 2023
Dreaming of hopefullies
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I had a topic in mind for today's blogpost, and then I took a nap and had a dream that I lost my cellphone. I woke up in tears, blaming ...
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...
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