Friday

6.29.18

Things I see when I am running: 1. The asphalt with with intricate patterns of dry leaves stuck to it and interlaced with patterns of somebody else’s footprints.  I always wonder how many miles they ran before me. 2. Chicken bones. They are everywhere as if the inhabitants of Tanasbourne all walking around with the drumsticks and discard the thigh…

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leaves
Friday

6.22.18

On aging. How do you age gracefully? I think a lot about it now that I am 45. And no, I am not afraid to say it.  I cannot believe that I reached such age. Anything beyond 25 did not exist for me for a long time. When I turned 25 I thought the world was over. When I turned…

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Friday

10.20.17

It is finally Fall. It took Northwest a while this year to part with the scorching hot Summer. Fall is one of my favorite seasons (after Winter). I love the slow turning of the leaves as trees prepare to sleep for upcoming three months or so. Everything is bright and beautiful with the chill in the morning. It is the…

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Friday

9.1.17

I got my own private cricket. It is somewhere in my bedroom chirping its little heart out as I try to fall into the dreamland.

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Friday

7.28.17

Un-mo-ti-va-tion Today is such a day. I don’t seem to be able to concentrate on anything for more than five minutes. It is beautiful outside and because it is the middle of the summer and a Friday the campus where I work is empty. The wonderful thing about empty space is silence. We have almost no silent moments here in Portland,…

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Friday

6.9.17

Opee and I went to Forest Park couple of days ago for a hike. It was the middle of the week, and I was lucky enough to get some days off, so off we went on an adventure. The beautiful thing about hiking in the middle of the week here in Oregon is that no one else is on the trail.…

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Friday

5.26.17

I have not written in a while. Got too busy and my mind was stuck on performance at work rather than my personal interests. I hate when this happens when work eats all of your energy and mental capacity. When you come home so exhausted that doing anything but going on a walk with the Piglet or watching Netflix is…

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Friday

5.13.17

It’s Friday night, and the outside is loud with cars. It’s about 9 pm. But it is quiet in my apartment except for the snoring of my little piglet who is not a real piglet, he is a dog, but I like to call him Piglet. A friend of mine once posted on Facebook of all places about the death…

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