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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September 24, 2023
The buck stops here in the Arizona desert
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I've been thinking about the past. You don't have to tell me that contemplating the past is rarely a good thing. Living today for a ...
September 17, 2023
More free-falling dog days
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Today I'm feeling a little like Dr. Doolittle might have felt. A little bird with a reddish chest was checking me out through the slidin...
September 10, 2023
Pool noodle ponderings
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My life has become a dog’s life. After four cool, cloudy, intermittently rainy days in the Coconino National Forest parked under some pines ...
September 04, 2023
Trial run for a new life
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I finally made it to the forest outside Flagstaff. It’s as beautiful as I had hoped. The trees are tall and piney. The grass is green, spars...
August 27, 2023
Time to stop making sense
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In my fledgling career as an amateur dogsitter, I can now claim to have cared for three dogs. Juno is the biggest dog, so far. She's an ...
August 20, 2023
Change is coming
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I miss my stuff. Almost all my possessions are ensconced in a 5' x 5' storage unit over by the mall. The cubicle is 8 feet tall, oth...
August 13, 2023
Spinning like nobody cares
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A life lived in fear is a life half-lived. I know that is true because Fran said it in my favorite movie, "Strictly Ballroom," and...
August 06, 2023
The five fingers of death take a holiday
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I have an aversion to eating anything with a face. If a creature would run from me if it could, then I do not want to make it a meal. Even i...
July 30, 2023
Hot in dog city
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I'm happy to report Maya the dog survived her three days under my care. It was touch and go at first. The first two visits did not go we...
July 23, 2023
Dog days
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I seem to have become a commodity among an underground network of neighborhood dog owners who need a dogsitter. I picture these dog owners t...
July 16, 2023
July in the desert
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July is one of my favorite months. Almost everyone I know was born in July. Well, not quite "almost everyone," but a lot of people...
July 09, 2023
Holding on for monsoon
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The Art Trailer is a dark cocoon. The windows are now blocked with reflectix and cardboard to ward off the afternoon sun. In addition to the...
July 02, 2023
On my last nerve
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During yet another hopeless search through the medical literature, at long last, I found a description of my vestibular symptoms. I could ha...
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...
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