Bucket List

As I get older, my bucket list gets smaller and smaller. Not because I checking things off the list, sadly, but because they have dropped off due to lack of funds or lack of time. Some things have just, well, passed me by – I’ll never be a pro golfer as I once dreamed (curse you, Art Robideux – one day I’ll tell that story).

But still on that list and very viable is seeing the aurora borealis, which is pictured above.

The photo above is from the Boston Globe’s Big Picture: Colors In the Sky.

Always Be Writing

Finally, there’s poetry. Now I realize that the word “poetry” sounds romantic, but I can assure you that’s the farthest thing from the truth. Poetry is a wolf in your chest that wants to chase the breeze. And there’s almost no good in that. Certainly no food. But poetry doesn’t care that it’s Monday and you’ve got business to attend to. It doesn’t exist for you to control. Poetry wants you in the moment. Worst of all it tells you that it’s the reason you’re a writer at all, and that you’d damn well give it the attention it wants or else it’s going to rip a hole in your heart.

From Jim Mitchem’s blog: Obsessed With Conformity.

House-less; Not Homeless

My friend, David Thompson, not-too-long ago lost his Wife. He retired from his job. And now he has sold his home. His life will change. He writes:

I will be house-less, but not homeless … What I want to do is go see friends and family. I want to spend a few days here and there, laughing and enjoying their company … I’ll look into a mobile-house. I don’t need much, just a galley, a place to clean myself, a place to sleep, and room to work. Much can be done outside (especially the cooking), but I want a warm, dry place for the Girl (his beloved dog) and myself.”

You can read about it in this post on his blog: A New Beginning.

Or, better yet, follow him on his new adventure on his blog Random Ruminations.

Toe Update

Merrell v Toes

It’s been two weeks since I broke my toe. I had a follow-up appointment with my doctor today.

Most of the discussion revolved around her pleading with me to continue wearing the walk boot, the cam walker, that keeps my toe straight and keeps me from bearing weight through it. (If you don’t remember, the toe is broken pretty badly. An orthopedic surgeon even recommended surgery for it – two screws.)

I go back in four weeks. I told her that I’d keep it on for at least two and, maybe, a firm-soled shoe for the next two (this was partially her plan).

The rest of my visit was a discussion of the shoe on my other foot. On my first visit, I was wearing a Vivo Barefoot. This visit I was wearing my Merrell Barefoot.

She said, “That shoe won’t do at all. You need something firm. Like a new pair of Asics. What is that shoe? It’s like not wearing anything.”

I told her the type and followed with, “It’s got a wide toe box, no arch support, the ball of my foot is inline with the heel. And no wacky heel training wheels either.”

“Well, that won’t do. You’re going to need something firm to support your toe,” she said.

I’d just as soon wear the boot than try to shove my feet into neuvo-sneakers. It’s been five years since I’ve had my foot in something like that – other than the odd wedding and couple of golf games. I’m not going to shove one in now.

I’d just as soon keep wearing the cam walker.