Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Thirteen
Not sure why I even bought pants. I never want to wear them.
Small cup of coffee.
“Freedom begins when you are unapologetically and simply you.”
I look through the stack of books and pick the thinnest one. Just a few pages before I must go.
This is the last time I will have to do this. Hopefully.
She says it’s been slow—scary slow. I can feel it. Plenty of cars passing through, but there are no people on the street. Everyone knows there is a problem. No one seems to be able to fix it.
Sometimes wisdom looks like knowing when to keep your mouth shut.
I still don’t know what I want.
Fever and Storm.
Just take me to the water.
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Twelve
A Wednesday that feels like it should be Friday.
Bright sun.
The gladiolas are starting to dry out.
At least that is over with.
One by one they begin to cancel. I should just do all of this from home then.
Screw it. I’m bringing back the Oxford comma.
I tell her that I need until September to be in full-court shape. Note to self: get in full-court shape.
Sometimes you just need to know you’re not alone.
This lingering light is fooling me. I am staying up way past my bedtime.
The Finer Things Club.
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Eleven
Did not expect the gray sky.
What is right and necessary?
The joy of realizing it’s wint-o-green and not peppermint.
Off and I can feel it. I’ll come around.
You can be glad that it’s over and sad that it happened.
It’s the uncertainty of it all.
I sit back in the chair and watch the ripples in the fountain. The music is loud. People playing corn hole. People playing soccer. Tug-o-War. Just enough cloud cover to diffuse the sun. A breeze.
But all I can see are the highlighted squares in that Figma spreadsheet.
Four is always the minimum and that makes four.
No words. No words. No words.
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Ten
Too warm.
This feeling feels familiar.
More gladiola blooms bursting.
I forgot to water the plants again.
A cookie from Capri and Camarones Al Mojo De Ajo.
I guess I was wrong about that and many other things.
I don’t know where I stand yet.
A much-needed distraction.
He asks us about open gym. She says it looks like I missed it. She’s right. I forgot how much I enjoy being there. I just needed to laugh.
What else is there to say?
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Nine
Quiet.
I make sure to get the cobwebs before I lay on my back again in Savasana.
The short walk turns into a longer hike—steps and more steps. On the way back, I pick the most recently liked songs: July, II Most Wanted, Too Sweet, Lose Control. I spot a former colleague in the cart. He tells me he could hear me singing and to keep singing. I walk back home with the water, only a little embarrassed.
These gladiolas.
The last chapter.
Even though I get a little nervous with each fall, he clearly feels so much better. You can tell by how he is playing. He looks happy.
Ok. Maybe it will come together as intended.
I want a nap. I really want a nap. No time.
I just need one more day.
“I think you’re too nice.”