Anyone who spends time with the written word knows how valuable it is to have a good set of dictionaries. Webster’s Unabridged, you failed. I’ll be sticking with my American Heritage dictionary from here on out.
I’ve grown accustomed to writing while standing, especially when working at the typewriter. At the cabin, the only place to do that is at the kitchen counter. Works out nicely. I’ve got a nice view of the small meadow outside the window.
while hiking today. It jumped on my face and landed on the top edge of my glasses as I was ducking under some fallen branches. In a panicked reflex, freaked out action, I smacked myself in the face and broke my glasses. Good thing I had some duct tape to do a quick field repair.
The dogs of hypocrisy constantly nipping at my heels, testing my philosophy. No time to think. Gotta keep moving. MOVE.
Too many years have passed with too many distractions. I no longer recall the names and places and feelings and thoughts and wasted days.
But it’s all the same.
His life as a can of spam was a sham. All these years, his wife had been in love with the other white meat.