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KRIS KRISTOFFERSON MAKES IT THROUGH THE NIGHT

Kris Kristofferson died yesterday. I found out in a text from one of my guitar guys. “RIP Bobby McGee.” We mourned Tom Petty’s passing, now Kris. In baby boomer world, it’s reminder of our tenuous grip on life.

TAKING TIME, MAKING TIME

Taking time for the little things is something we’re supposed to do. Making time to get it right is always the challenge. In some worlds, maybe yours, time is elusive, slippery, until you get rewired one way or the other.

SENIOR CITIZEN TO JUNIOR CITIZEN

Being a senior citizen is easy. Wake up every day and thank your parents for decent DNA and a good immune system. That’s it, except for the other stuff. The other stuff? What other stuff?

START AGAIN THEN FINISH

Is that the plan? Start, finish, and start again? Or is it start, abandon, and forget about it. Either way, you need a goal to keep going. If you can explain why you do what you do to yourself, and it makes sense, keep going. But what about explaining your work to strangers?

ROCKY RELATIONSHIP WITH WRITING?

My rocky relationship with writing took a turn yesterday. It happens, but this one was avoidable. Boomerpdx was offline for ten hours. The longest ten hours of my . . . not my life. I just did other writer things. What writer things?

CLEANING UP QUARTZ DUST – WHERE TO START

Cleaning up a mess, any mess, has a certain order. But not everyone knows where to start. Is there a starting point? Continue reading:

SHAPE UP. THEN WHAT?

Shape up. I’ve told myself that more than once. I’ve also looked at others and said the same thing. To myself. Most of the time.

PERMANENT BUILDINGS FOR THE FUTURE

I look for permanent buildings the older I get. It’s always a treat. I’m older than the town I live in, older than the first house I owned, older than where I live mow. Maybe I’m the permanent building? Naw. Maybe you?

COMPARISON CULTURE: BETTER THAN WHAT?

Comparison culture didn’t start with social media, but that’s where it found fertile ground. Baby Boomers and every generation before, all had the same comparison: My Dad is better than your dad. What comes after that? Maybe a fight.

SOFT LIFE WITH HARD EDGES

Living that soft life, but still need something to yell about. It’s either too soft, not soft enough, anything but just right. And that spells hard times in bold letters. Hard times for a soft life?