Category: Feelings

  • My Last Day as a Homeowner

    My Last Day as a Homeowner

    The closing on the house is this afternoon. I am going from a property owner to a renter, and most likely will be a renter for quite a while. We really don’t know. Our plan is to travel and enjoy Portugal and Europe now before we get too old and crickety. (Rickety? Creaky? Crotchety?) So…

  • Hitting a Wall

    Hitting a Wall

    Note: this post was originally written on March 3rd. It’s 9:15 pm on Wednesday and I am worn out. The living room has exploded into messy piles of photos. I decided to go through some of my boxes of sentimental papers and photos. Yes, kids, real physical photos and letters on paper and cards sent…

  • Remembering and Forgetting

    Remembering and Forgetting

    I have this thing where it is hard for me to remember good times – with friends, relationships, work. My squirrel brain grabs onto all the bad, sad, anxious stuff now and in the past. This is a self-protective mechanism gone wrong: if I remember the sad stuff I can try not to repeat it.…

  • Goodbye Big Bend

    Goodbye Big Bend

    For most of the last 12 or so years, my wife and I have gone to Big Bend National Park with friends during the last week of the year. The trip is organized by a friend who loves the park and the stars there. The stars are incredible. So many are visible there compared to…

  • The Day After Thanksgiving

    It is the day after Thanksgiving and I was awakened by the garbage truck. Not too early, and I’d been half awake for a while and so I got up, put on my robe, opened up my laptop, and made some tea. We didn’t have a typical US Thanksgiving. No travel, no big meal, just…

  • Why Not Use the Good Stuff?

    Why Not Use the Good Stuff?

    I have this habit of saving things for the “perfect” or best time to use them. Mostly that doesn’t serve me well, such as when the expensive, fancy ingredient goes bad because I never use it. It is like there is some part of me that thinks I have to maximize my use of things.…

  • One Down, Three to Go

    One Down, Three to Go

    This week, my wife sold her 1969 Vintage British Motorcycle, named Penelope. It was bittersweet for her and a little for me too. I remember watching Paula get on that motorcycle and ride it down the street, following a 1950’s theme party. I remember riding it up the steep hill to my house, holding onto…

  • So it goes…

    So it goes…

    We have been fairly lucky during the pandemic – my job has been remained full-time at regular pay and I was working completely remotely until recently. My wife is a psychotherapist and many of her clients transferred over to video. We’ve stayed healthy. But it did come with its own challenges. I have depression and…