no picture...

can capture this bewilderment.

no sentence can articulate a marriage

no sounding to be made of these depths

no refuge but dreams of happier days




no picture

Here's hoping

This afternoon,

on the towpath,

flying along on my bike, knees pumping, leaves flying, heart beating,

peddling toward a future unknown...

peddling toward a future I own.

Cold Comfort

A new high (or low) in pathos...

working on crosswords started by my, now gone, wife.

I mean really, it is pretty pathetic, using her partially finished puzzles in hoping to find some sort of connection with someone who's decided to end a marriage, a marriage that I wanted to go on forever.

Time can't pass quickly enough to get me out of this funk.

hmmm...23 across "a funk of unrelenting sadness" ten letters, beginnng with "dep".

My Kind of Town

Chicago 1995...whatta scorcher!

Still, my favorite city.

Fall Guy

Seasonal Greetings from 1983

Autumn has always brought me down, especially for those 53 years of living in Michigan.  Autumn means winter, frigid and dark and fraught with colds, flu, and pneumonia.  Autumn was also the beginning of school, which I always loathed.  Though I had plenty of jolly friends all through grade school, the idea of trading the unbridled joy that was the freedom of summer in the farmlands and woodlots of Taymouth Township with the monotonous, mindless, rote, drudgery of classwork was nearly unbearable.

Newer developments make this Autumn and Winter unbearable in other ways.

Think spring.

Quite the last place...

I expected to find myself in.

Quite the last person I expected this from.

Quite a long haul ahead.

Getting in the Kubler Ross groove

Seems I was in denial for the first few months, peppered with some anger.

Now I'm just plain sad.

I think there's actually six stages. Unfortunately three of them are depression.

Let's see what tomorrow brings to the abyss.