I would love to post some year-end 2019 love fest, and how I’m looking forward to 2020. Since I lack any ambition to do that, I will just say that I am glad to see the ass-end of 2019.
Archive | 2019
Little Wishes, Big Problems
I am off to Western PA tomorrow morning. This is not a want, but mandate thrust upon me, along with a heap of (non practicing) Catholic guilt. Such is life. I guess I will return, and in the process, add to the Internet’s visual cacophony. Sorry. Have a good holiday if that’s what you’re into. Or, take a hostage, what the do I care.
Later.
Shrunken Flaccidity
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, I have returned. It’s probably more like an unwanted erection rising briefly before returning to a life of shrunken flaccidity betweenst a fatty pubis, but I think you know what I’m getting at.
Thundersnow Walk
I’m going to do this quick and probably more ineptly than usual before I lose what shred of motivation I have to post something two days in a row.
Pre Thundersnow Thanks
Lately, I’ve been a bit too lax in my updates on doing stuff. Mostly because I realize now—more than ever—that no one wants to read about a chubby, fair-weather cycling slacker who spends most of his time wandering around the woods with his camera and lifting heavy things for no reason in the gym. But hey, there are pictures!
What Do You Call It?
Unlike you, part of me misses when I blogged almost every day. If for no other reason, I can’t remember what I did or rather didn’t do after a few days. Especially when the gloomy days have been nearly all the same for the past week. Such is life in the dank pre-winter of mid-Michigan.
Departures and Returns
The weekend was here, then it left. Similarly, the snow was here; then it melted, then it came back.
No Future From the Past
One of the worst things about my brain—and there are many—is that I don’t see the future. That’s not some suicide watch bullshit, that is just me saying that beyond the vision of my son graduating high school and moving on to college in a few years, I see nothing other than what is on my calendar next week.
No Epics Required
Something I’ve slowly learned over the years (AKA got old and fat) is that not every bike ride, hike, ski, snowshoe, etc., needs to be an epic affair filled with big miles, sore muscles, and bonks. Sometimes, just putzing around the woods with my camera is enough to give the brain the mental “rub and a tug” it needs.