Couch Surfing at 70

It’s raining out there today. It rained Tuesday, some, and it made for gorgeous, sparkling visuals and ambiance on morning and afternoon walks yesterday. Big life. Now it’s raining again, pretty good in terms of degree of rain, for these parts, and the forecast is for rain all day, so imagine how lush tomorrow will…

Less words is right. The sweet smell of fresh-cut grass. The feel of Christmas growing in my heart. Media rates at the barrio P.O. Mama said there’d be days like this.

Mostly all I would like to say today is report, cause it feels worth saying, I’m filled up with emotions these days. Often wild emotions, there’s lots of visual daydreams, huge sadness’s, and big, big plans to do important stuff and create and rush down new paths. See what else is possible. I got out…

Thinking earlier about the bleeding cut on the arm and into the (Ocean Beach) Shed shop and the fabulous magazine, it comes back to writing and being inspired by good writing and writing because it’s me, it’s what I do and have done and plan to do and the good Lord willing and there ain’t…

I think I’ll start writing, but, talk about blank mind. Empty mind. Two books read this morning with coffee. Me in my food-spilled, stained cargo shorts, (which) I may keep wearing – it’s not a statement – I like the feeling, how they feel, and I can’t see the stains, not when I’m upright and…

weather today: And I’d love to be filled up with energy and adventure even days I don’t start my car – I guess like Emily Dickinson (her or someone) – I feel like it a lot and hope to vibrate creating energy and life force and huge pillows of gratitude every one of these days…

Almost no one looks at my Blog here anymore. This isn’t a conclusion free-falling out of my magical thinking mind. This isn’t paranoid me – a wannabe successful, at least interesting writer. This is black-and-white reality testing provided by the WordPress Corporation, which daily coughs up statistics on the website where it does its thing,…

It’s Tuesday morning. I’m a few minutes from leaving the back lot and making my way out onto the 5, the 163, the 15, and the 78 for 45 minutes or so of high-speed, fairly crazed, who gave these folks licenses anyway driving up to San Marcos and six hours of inspiring, affirming, and always…

Out walking Chris’s dog late afternoon Thanksgiving I came to understand that one of the things I am most grateful for is what hasn’t happened yet. All the wild possibilities. The big, bad (good) dreams. Believing, truly believing, life is possible, windows get thrown open, an often strange new world beckons – just out here,…

Hi, hedge wacky, that’s what I got called some other time and place, you could say galaxies, that’d be close, systems, Brah, and this is a Friday with (a) morning fast, so’s it makes clear sense that the mind is all about food – low-fat, high-fat, carb-less, so healthy, green, veggies, butters which sooth in…

I’m still here; brave stories; Brian Wilson; my ass; being thrilled; my broken heart which still beats; the Great Spirit; sunshine; I live in San Diego; my friends; abundance; old Walden House sweatshirt; flowers; able to be inspired; knees which take me on walks; boogie boards; San Marcos kids; my own books; a bureau; coffee;…

readership wanes, love remains, public displays of idiosyncratic inanes, and down here, so southwest I need a second language, it almost never rains. Walking the dog, catching up with Nirvana’s ‘Nevermind’, catching up on my reading – ya, coffee, coffee, coffee – the thing is here’s one of my hang-it-out places – pretty much like…

It’s 8:44 and I just returned to my room – my home – from a morning walk. I noticed, while on the walk, I was talking to myself – out loud. Maybe it’s talking with myself. I think either is accurate. I was not/am not concerned I noticed myself talking, out loud, with and to…

Blue sky early, streamed clouds, dumb drawing on the floor, yes, another week begins and I’m in love with my life – includes all the tears and weeping – and the continued chance to be an instrument of joy. Even surgically, sometimes, amidst the ruin, which seems/appears/pretty much insists to be part of the deal.…

I feel compelled, early here this Friday morning – earlier even than opened blinds – to write in poetry – paragraphs of poetry as my best way to love the world in mid-November. The fact my car is broken by the repair shop. The fact I don’t pay for Match.com. The fact these days there’s…

Here, in the Encinitas library, plugged in, all-day car repair time-filling, I’d see the Pacific straight down out these big, big windows if the day was clear. Already I’ve been to Encinitas places and done Encinitas things which have tickled my memory cells, made me happy, I’ve talked at length high above Moonlight Beach with…

I like opening the blinds early, it’s become light out. But the overhead lamp, if anyone bothered to look in from the sidewalk, shines down on a man you (sidewalk travelers) could presume a struggling writer, hunched over a notebook at a small black desk, madly scribbling in longhand. So, they may think, possibly the…

Already there are rituals, it hasn’t been, what?, a month (here) yet and what you’d call habits seem to be rituals to me. Beyond all the ‘stuff’ I arrived with. Here’s one – picking up the laptop off the sturdy blue little table I scored from a South Park sidewalk, lifting the Dell off that…

Okay, Monday, it’s a good bet I’ll be able to sleep under both comforters tonight, having kicked the top one off in the heat of the last three days. It began Friday when I dropped Chris at the airport, when I continued up over the peninsula and down into a used furniture store where a…

Who’d ever have thought I’d be jumping in the old Pacific Ocean the middle of November, which is what I did three hours back, having dropped Chris at Terminal Two so as to fly for his mom’s birthday up in San Jose, me on to Ocean Beach and – first – I waltzed through a…

Who knows what time it is? Phone’s broke, my last wristed watch was ’66, Gift from Mom. (thanks Mom). These days it’s – now – and that’s all you get. Memories? How about the covid swab Down so far my forested throat the big toe on my left foot yelped with glee. (Pretty familiar there,…

I like it a lot when I get this feeling, like golden opportunities await me here and now, kid, something like, “These next five days offer me the chance to really make something happen, truly move forward with and on and for my most important goals and dreams, wishes and (even) fantasies right there a…

Covid results back negative, lucky me, and feeling better enough to drive up and hang with the San Marcos kids today (masked and hands repeatedly washed/sanitized), some fashion of suiting up and showing up. A soft recliner came into my life yesterday, it happened so fast nearly out of the big blue, and soon enough…

– It’s Monday morning and I’m on a sick day from the San Marcos kids. That makes me sad, not losing the money, because the Universe has been crazy generous with me. I’ll miss the kids, that’s the thing, I like being around them, how do I say this best, it’s a gift, yeah, that…

It’s hard for me sometimes and maybe it’s most times to write what I really want to say because as the words fold out in my mind, to head off to my fingers and the keyboard, it all sounds like complaining. I don’t want to complain. So I edit myself a lot and don’t talk…

The title above is a piece of advice I gave to Gavin in Oakland the other night, Tuesday I think, after I returned from a high-speed incredibly gnarly 40-mile ride from the kids, and was now – at the time of the advice-giving – wandering the dark neighborhood streets at the boundary of Golden Hill…

I attended a two-and-a-half hour Zoom writing group this morning – hoping for inspirations and instigations and the end to all internal roadblocks – Anyway, 45 minutes of writing and then sharing if you felt for it, positive feedback and the usual stuff. What follows is the last third or so of what I wrote.…

I feel like I’ve forgotten how to be normal. I’m talking about my normal, the me of me, how I usually am. I’d say it’s clear to those folks who know me well I’m not one to give a rat’s butt about what the world and society and systems and all that consider typical and…

Once again Sunday serves for Monday, the awareness of having to ride much earlier to get to the farther away San Marcos kids now stimulating me to get tomorrow morning requirements checked this late Hallows afternoon. Couch Surfing for instance. There’s a bag of ‘Reese’s Cups’ on the kitchen/living room counter, I picked it up…

I suppose what I’m about to write , the gist of it, is true for anyone. Writing earlier this morning I came to a stop, I sat here at a new desk for me, with my desktop back in operating status and the shifty sidewalk chair not quite high enough, but still. Just grateful. So…

I did stuff, some pretty cool, before driving to Ocean Beach today just before one this afternoon. I’ve done a few worthwhile things since driving back to Golden Hill late afternoon, and not 48 seconds ago received a call from a woman in North Park who is actually – after a week of one flakey…

The strangest thing happened to me last night. I did something absolutely normal and was shocked with how wonderful – and un-ordinary – it felt. I told someone how I was feeling. Someone in a room with me. If that’s not much of a deal, never mind a big one, for you, I get it.…

Here’s what happened to me today. After the praying and the meditation and the Starbucks and the Morning Pages and the timed writing and the tai chi, I went out for a walk. It was 7:19. I turned east up B, my street, up a block to 30th, north a block to A (my fave),…

It’s bright in the south half of here – apartment/condo/whatever – exactly 5pm Sunday, me getting a jump on my Monday weather, knowing how I feel right now I’ll still feel when and if I’m lucky enough to wake up to the birdy phone alarm at 4:35 tomorrow and sit, and today (when you read…

Today, October 22, is the day I long thought I would end these Monday through Friday daily posts, I can’t say it’s so much a lack of subject matter and fear of repeating myself, which I do sometimes and I know I’ve learned much in my life only through repetition so I ain’t gonna apologize…

Let’s see, quick here, left just after noon from here up on the hill and rolled down Broadway to the harbor, you cling along the edge by all numbers of ultra-fancy yachts and other nautical means of transport and fun, directly past the airport on your right, then a jigsaw directional to the top of…

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pay wicked good attention….. be really generous sharing me with folks out there in the world – especially the San Marcos kids today….. find a storage facility and rent a space and get my stuff out of Joyce’s garage back there in Portland cause she deserves her space back and she’s been such a true…

Oh, dizzy Monday morning, you begin for me in a small room just off the sidewalk along B Street in the Golden Hill neighborhood of San Diego. Sweet San Diego. Me, channeling my best Stevie Wonder – “Just like I pictured it.” I sit on the edge of the bed on the floor, and I…

I’m out here on the patio early, there’s no internet signal in the room I rent. The room I have rented and paid for through next Friday, the 22nd, which is also the date I have long considered as the end to these somewhat infamous Monday through Friday postings. Maybe it’ll go that way, maybe…

I found a new place to live late yesterday afternoon. In San Diego. Pretty much where I’d dreamed of living from shortly after the day my former wife Susan told me she wanted a divorce – which was exactly six months ago today. Back there then in her Portland living room, the thought came to…

when you read this I will be getting ready for, on my way to, in the middle of, or having completed a get-together with a guy down in San Diego proper who responded to the one Craigslist post I was able to slip through the censors, and who said he wanted to talk with me…

Here I am Monday morning writing Tuesday’s possible post, I wonder what the day-ahead-of-time composing this week means? Or maybe it doesn’t mean anything other than stuff in my life doesn’t work and then other stuff does and my best bet is to be alert for the openings and grateful if and when they come.…

on a Sunday afternoon, Starbucks patio, they closed early, not enough staff. Internet completely broken in rented room, cannot post on the laptop here, won’t let me, on phone now with early extra San Marcos kids shift tomorrow, time racing toward Encinitas ending, there may be a chance or two for a new home this…

No internet left in rented room, no log-in capability with library network. Recently read in a book about surfing – one guy’s life philosophy is the gods are toying with us.There are likely reasons for all this. Don’t ask me, I’m working on where to sleep at night. While here in the Encinitas library, the…

No internet. Nuttin’ much new. Suit up, show up they said. What I got.

Oh, we had the most incredible lightening and thunder storm here in southern California Monday night. Lightening dancing and slashing and raging across the sky. Mother Nature’s electric psychedelics – all her way. Many thousands in San Diego were left without power. We were fortunate here in Encinitas – power remained. I had swept the…

Tuesday borrowing a Sunday haiku…. Life here, on the down low, exquisitely sparse

Yesterday afternoon, Sunday, I was driving in search of a motel with a proposal for long-term stay at reduced rate (didn’t happen) when the Kate Bush song “Running Up That Hill” came on 91 X, my favorite San Diego radio station which comes in clearly about 75% of the time and is actually broadcast from…

Here’s me, oh crazy Friday, wishing you (my reader) – and me – the happiest and most joyous of weekends. Maybe with a little cool magic thrown in as well. Cause, why not?

I had what my old pal Judge Joe Will called a “Come to Jesus meeting” with myself this morning. It occurred during a 25 minute, 25 second timed-writing session, and as the clock wound down I got more crazed, more agitated, more electric in my admonition to myself to let it all hang out, Bud,…

I had two guys leave me messages that they may know a place for me to move to, as the word’s getting around, and it turns out they both had the same place in mind. And it turns out I thanked them unendingly for thinking of me, because it’s wicked lonely out here on the…

I was in the Pacific Ocean last Saturday afternoon, with my boogie board. It was cloudy and gray, not so many people. Some guy was maybe 10 yards away from me and my lane of more unsuccessful rides than successes – each day a new day. He kept looking at me and at one point…

My friend Craig reminds me: “Chop wood, carry water.” Jack Kornfield puts it this way: “First the enlightenment, then the laundry.” Directions on the box.

Today would have been my wedding anniversary. Maybe it still is. I’ve been thinking about it, but haven’t come to any decision. I suppose if you stop believing in Santa Clause, December 25th is still Christmas. So I guess I think it’s more likely that it remains my anniversary. I guess. I sent my ex-wife…