Yet another beautiful night. The moon looks incredible peeking out from behind the clouds like it’s shy and doesn’t quite know if it can trust me to fully show itself. God truly is a remarkable artist.
Sep 132011
Aug 312011
Today was not as good as past days have been. I’ve been dealing with some allergies and it’s made me a little grumpy which in turn, makes everything else that’s going on seem a little worse. I guess it’s just what you’d call a bad day. Anyway, it got me to sit and write a quick verse so it wasn’t all bad. I normally use rhyme in my poems, but I’ve been reading a lot of writing on poem.org and it’s starting to break me of that habit. So bear with me as I cut my teeth on a new style.
Compression :: written August 31, 2011
with all my feelings packed down inside
my view of life becomes skewed
nothing falls into it’s correct place
every point offset by my level of compression
with time, i hope to expand again
and learn to live 1:1
Aug 182011
Things are looking much better today. Emily and I had a great talk last night and although we’re still not going to stay together, we both agree that it’s the best for both of us and we can work together as friends to get through all of this with as little stress on each other as possible. It was a huge relief and makes the future seem a little less scary and a little more exciting.
Aug 152011
Wow. Who would have thought I would be sitting here with my wife figuring out how we will split up our debt so that we can split up our lives? It seems very surreal. Sort of like a dream. Except there’s no comfort in waking up. My only solace is the old cliche about time healing all wounds.
Aug 082011
How can I possibly be so bad a person that my own wife, the only woman I’ve ever loved enough to marry, tells me that she’s not happy with her life? I know I have my flaws. But I think I’m a good person overall. I’m a good provider, respectful, patient, kind, loving… it feels like it’s coming to a head. And all I can do is wait and see what happens.
Aug 062011
This is kind of turning into the spider blog. But the good thing is that I’m getting to like these creatures more and more. We normally have at least one writing spider make it’s home in our yard every summer. This year, I had not seen any yet. Until today. While mowing the grass out behind our back fence, I scared this guy up. He didn’t have any web (that I could find) but was content to stay on our fence and pose for a picture. They’re called writing spiders because they weave a zig-zag pattern into their webs. There’s an old wives tale that if you see your name in a writing spider’s web, you’ll be dead within a week. Good thing this one was just on our fence.
Aug 062011
My friend Seth has a Tokay gecko that is one of the most beautiful lizards I have ever scene. It’s a shame that it’s temperament is not quite as nice as his looks.
Jul 242011
I’ve already established the fact that I don’t care for spiders. But really, that’s not completely true. It would be more accurate to say that I don’t like dangerous spiders. So this Eastern Parsons Spider didn’t bother me when I saw it scurrying across the floor. I grabbed my phone to snap a picture and after gently blowing down on the spiders head, (a little trick I learned from watching the making of Arachniphobia) it stopped and allowed me to snap this pic. I then let it go on it’s way since they are harmless to humans and pets, and their main diet is… other spiders. Yup. These are double agents and will actually reduce the number of spiders in a given location if left alone to hunt.
Jun 292011
I probably like 95% of animals and insects. One of the few things I don’t care for are spiders. They just creep me out. Then you add in the fact of a potentially nasty bite, and I REALLY don’t like them. So, seeing brown recluses in my house is NOT something that I’m too excited about. I found a rather small one two nights ago in my home office which was bad enough but tonight, I found one that stretched out to the diameter of a table spoons scoop. I caught him in a container to get some pictures and make a positive ID. It is, without a doubt, a brown recluse. Needless to say I won’t be releasing this guy back into the wild.
I’m not a big Star Trek fan although I did enjoy Star Trek: The Next Generation quite a bit when it first aired on TV. My wife and I watch a lot of reality television nowadays and this season of survivor has a contestant that made me wonder, could this be Captain Picard after blasting out the other side of a worm hole?? You be the judge.
