Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 61

1. September 22nd. It's officially fall. And it couldn't be a better first, fall morning at 8am. It's dark and deeply overcast. It's cool, and already there are brown leaves scattered across the lawn. The rain is steady, soft drifts of it coming down. It patters with a metallic thunk on the cars, drips and … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 61

Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 60

1. I think contentedness is better than happiness. Or maybe I simple prefer the word content to happy. Both are emotions. But happiness evokes a evokes a certain vibe, a style, an emotion that demands certain mannerisms. Happiness is energy. Happiness is yellow. Happiness can feel frail, always on the verge of flying away, forgetting … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 60

Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 52

1. I am once more sitting at the lake (yes, in my car). It’s warm this time, and the lake is very blue, though it admittedly looks a lot more turquoise through my sunglasses. (Do you ever take your sunglasses off and are suddenly disappointed at the actual color of everything? Like excuse me, someone … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 52

the Man With One Hand and the Great Blackout Disaster

Way back in ye olden days when I still ran around in cloaks and wooden swords (why on earth did I stop?) I used to blog about life. About exciting incidents or funny moments. Well, one's coming to ya'll. My mother and I went up to visit her sister (thus my aunt. That's how that … Continue reading the Man With One Hand and the Great Blackout Disaster