Lynn, Lynn, City of Goodness (a 30:30 report)
Dear Diary – I have lived in Lynn Massachusetts and I hope you have too, anyone seeing this, and if you have not lived in Lynn Massachusetts well boo hoo for you and pooh on you and even voodoo hexes upon you because there’s places all over and then there’s Lynn and boy do we…
Lesson
After I was about three and a half months sober I’d saved enough money to haul my sorry self off my sister’s couch and move into an apartment of my own – actually less than half a mile away, also on a third floor, above the family who owned the house and lived on the…
On the Cusp
I am filled with questions, here, on the cusp of my 70th birthday. A day before the first day of my eighth decade on the planet. Still up here, above ground. Still upright, no white chalk outline around my body. Not yet. And I wonder – will I get another decade? Out on a walk…
Lost and Found
Sometimes I feel lost. Not too often. But, yeah, I do sometimes. It may be connected with self-talk – all those things that I say to myself, generally about myself, through the day, days into weeks, at this point so many weeks. Want to know how many? This many – 3639. Multiply that by seven…
The Other 364
We have flannel sheets, Susan and I, on the bed. Soft chocolate brown. I think they cost twenty-five or thirty bucks a year ago, maybe it was two. But, here’s the thing. I crawl into bed at night, it’s cold, I’m always cold now that I lost all this weight, and the sheets are already…