Monthly Archives: August 2004

Lindsey has a little magnetic poetry board in her room.

Dave takes a trip through northern Wisconsin. I used to go on bike tours throughout Wisconsin. They have the county road system for bicycling. Small two lane roads that go everywhere and generally have very little traffic. Mostly little farm … Continue reading →

It’s 3:00 am and someone is coughing. Time to get up and administer some medications.

This is an interesting description of what the pain feels like.

“Instinctually I am listening for the sound of her breathing or to the sound of her swallowing, and if those noises sound okay then Iím listening to the sounds of the house to make sure monsters donít come out of … Continue reading →

“When you’re alone, who cares for starlit skiesWhen you’re alone, the magic moonlight diesAt break of dawn, there is no sunriseWhen your lover has goneWhat lonely hours, the evening shadows bringWhat lonely hours, with memories lingeringLike faded flowers, life can’t … Continue reading →

“So, we’re all vowed to survive and I think if — you know, if we can just survive one more day that maybe the next day will be a little bit less difficult to survive.” Michael Berg father of Nicholas … Continue reading →

Is this weblog somehow my threnody for Cindy?  I was mentioning to someone last night about how many of the songs that I have liked through the years now seem like they were actually written as a threnody.  Many of them are … Continue reading →

Just finished a nice long story about memories, happiness, “we-ness” and “alone-ness” and it dissappeared.  I’m posting this as a test to see if making weblog posts exhibit the same symptoms as when I tried to post a Story.