The Hellish Handbasket
The life and times of a chronic malcontent
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November 26, 2023
Digging to find the brown gopher of gratitude
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I read today that writing gratitude lists sometimes can make us feel worse rather than better. I find that news a great relief. Now I don...
November 19, 2023
Appreciating the murmur
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I would like to think I’ve evolved to the point where I live to serve, but it’s entirely possible I’m simply desperate for human company. De...
November 12, 2023
Autumnal terror in my cold old bones
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I know we are supposed to like fall, the time of harvest, first frosts, shorter days, and piles of golden leaves. In another world in anothe...
November 05, 2023
What's in your closet?
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I count myself lucky to have a relatively safe, comfortable place to live while I figure out what is coming next. My landlord and I have a w...
October 29, 2023
I need to be sedated
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Tis the season during which the residents of the mobile home park dress up in costumes and shuffle over to the clubhouse to drink strawberry...
October 22, 2023
Living life on the floor
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I have one small victory to report. With a little help from my friend, I managed to replace the support struts on my minivan's liftgate ...
October 15, 2023
The annoying choice between safe and happy
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I had a birthday this week. To celebrate, I treated myself to the trifecta. I don't mean I went horse racing. I mean, I sidled on down t...
October 08, 2023
Caught red-handed
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I whine a lot to my friends about the broken state of my brain. Yes, I am referring to the meatball in my head that I joke is constantly try...
October 01, 2023
The case of the missing poop
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The first time it happened, I thought I was mistaken. I chalked it up to my aging brain. The second time it happened, I began to suspect som...
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...
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