Early morning for the Nurse and I. She needing to be at some conference, committee she’s on, early. And at a different campus. Me getting home and drafting something I need send later. Not letting it distract me from writing…. From building. Singularizing. Coffee on the mind. The coffee place down the Road and ……
Tag: mental health
CURRICULUM – Sight …..
Up before 7 and went to gym, ran over 5.5 miles on tread. A little unexpected thunder and lightning, rain, surprising the Nurse and I. 9:22 at the desk, espresso done after cold brew at Peet’s, our typical coffee date and I’m moving faster. Today’s curriculum about seeing where I am and what I’m…
Soon. All I’m going to say.
Found a new attitude and perspective, early this morning after an odd dream I can’t remember now but I felt uncomfortable and hesitant not so much scared to fall back into any peculiar or startling image-scape. NEWNESS, like the Students at SRJC and I used to talk about with Kerouac’s Road. Writer, new experiences…. The…
1:44 PM. Kids inside with me, well over fucking 90 outside.
Taking time to write in the DECIDED project. Life is good, I messaged the Nurse. And it is. I can only credit her with most if not all of it. Not thinking, after his morning’s MeMeeting. The deliberation is a stall. Not sure a tactic but habit I cut like excessively long hair. Hear the…
Emma behind me having conversations with herself and imaginary characters over the button pushing and sounds of a toy cash register.
I smile and laugh a little to myself, she doesn’t hear me. Just continues with her business and play. “What kind of business are you running, Mama?” “Grocery market.” The simplicity and firmness of her answer makes me smile again. So into character, so dedicated and exploratory with her language. Finish the latte, planning day…
Kids still in bed. Latte so strong that I can’t sip it in my normal quick.
Marking calendar, organizing monies and thinking again of a business idea. Not sure what and honestly I’m somewhat afraid to find one, or have one speak to me and the search and questions stop. Feel like I did in college, and funny this started yesterday with me stopping in Redwood Café for a quick Diet…
Vacaville. 11:14
Calm and monitoring SELF, emotions and thoughts and where my visions reside. Nurse readying for a birthday party, with food trucks I’m told. Jealous, a food truck sounds incredible right now. Just a touch after 10, oh well. May write in Sonoma, on the Square somewhere. Poetry only I’m promising myself – MUSIC. Songs, new…
journal……..
8-29-25 WFH today. Couple communications already sent. Yesterday, Construction…. Today, SURVEY. What do I mean by that…. Surveying the scape. All details, inventorying all actions, where I go and what I do. This morning coffee with the Nurse and her youngest at Noto, haven’t been in weeks if not months. Talking and realizing the promise…
Thinking in terms of playbooks, after the scribbling in journal, about Time and how you can’t order it
on Amazon, I joked after logging what I bought the other day, arriving yesterday and the Nurse bringing in while closing downstairs before bed. 8:43. Calm. Latte done and about to make an espresso shot downstairs in a sec. Day is busy, calendar full. Fuller than full. So, I assign in curriculum. Around the concept…
Peace….
Taking in the scene, letting it sing to me.
Key behaviors. Of a writer.
Poet. Freeness, exploration, self0-education and elevation, creation. Simplicity over complication. When settling in after lunch I’m ablaze and a bit touchy with ideas. Not settling, not stopping, and not forgetting about myself and MY aims. Further anchoring my Road, what I want to do. And why not. One life one opening, the excess concern surround…
9:23 AM in office. Settling. Stopped at Redwood Café to use the restroom. Overtook with nostalgia,
hate that word but it’s true, and memories and visions of life writing in other countries… seeing other coffee spots, lounges, other music. Writing all day, and all words posted. Taking over my life with pages and entries. Restroom again, one sec…….. Back in the manuscript mentality of ‘I Just DECIDED To STOP’. From when…
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