Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Good Day

Huffing and puffing and bitching at my bum leg that is taking way too long to mend (at least in my mind), I keep my chin tucked while marching up the mountain. Physical therapy at its best. Screw that room full of antiseptic stench and therapists who uncomfortably touch me. I can stretch what needs to be stretched and exercise what needs to be exercised without smelling mothballs, bad breath, sour feet and questioning the hygeine of who last sprawled on the equipment they ask me to lay across. Doc told me to let pain be my, bring it on!

Friday, May 23, 2014


While traversing the mountainside, a flash of movement above me on the slope catches my eye. My head jerks to better focus on what becomes a man in a t-shirt coming down a trail. A leash angles down and periodic glimpses through the brush shows it's attached to what appears to be a yellow lab. The duo moves in slow motion and they drop out of sight behind a small ridge. Minutes later, I come to where our trails intersect with them now on "my" trail as I cut up onto "their" singletrack. He waves, I wave back, and he rotates to focus on his dog. A tidal wave of emotion rips through me, streaming tears from my eyes.

Monday, May 19, 2014

Square Wheels

"Wow, you caught me off guard," commented my surgeon after I asked him how he was doing as he entered the examination room.  It was my 3 month anniversary visit after having my Achilles detached from my heel bone for some repair work. "So seldom does a patient ask a doctor how he is doing... I'm fine, thank you for asking.  And how are you?" he queried. inner voice stalled...How do I answer this properly?

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Bam-Bam (Part 2)


Click. Click.  "F#cking thing!" I mutter.  Click. Click. Click. "You expensive piece of monkey shit!"

Wednesday, May 7, 2014


The cashier clumsily scans the barcodes and then lackadaisically tosses the purchased clothing into the plastic bag, giving no thought about any perceptions of her nonchalant actions. With new clothes wadded up in the bag, the grand total is announced amongst popping sounds made from gum being chewed in an open mouth. Change is handed back inside of folded bills where coins instantly spill out and now, blood pressure is rising. Tumbling money is snatched up and the bag is yanked off the counter while the excuse of "it must be her first day" is briefly considered.

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Moustache Unplugged #11

Hehehe...undetected, I take the opportunity to write a letter...

Dear Litterbugs,

I find it utterly remarkable, and incredibly outrageous, that you simply pitch trash onto the ground or toss it out of a car window without an inkling of guilt. What is wrong with you?