Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
Are you a deep thinker? Do you ponder and philosophize? How often do you consider profound topics prompted by nothing beyond your interest in exploring an idea or some doctrine?Despite my 6 undergraduate credits in Philosophy, I don’t spend much time contemplating. I’d like to believe that I’m thoughtful person, but I’ve come to realize … Continue reading Getting deep
Recently it occurred to me that maybe dating isn’t always supposed to evolve into a capital R Relationship. At least not at every single* point in one’s life. For example, I’m in my mid 50s. In about five years I’ll be eligible to retire and my house will belong to me free and clear. It … Continue reading Is “date” just another four letter word?
Our pond For the past four summers I’ve rented the same vacation house in Wellfleet. It is a place that must be experienced to be understood. I know, that sounds dramatic, doesn’t it? But, this comfortable and compact house, which sits on a gloriously private piece of property only accessible by the most rutted dirt … Continue reading Packing for the beach
I sat on the couch last evening, occupied by my keyboard and the changing sky outside my closed sliding glass doors to the deck. The dramatic rain had stopped and I noticed the late afternoon sky oddly becoming more light, rather than more dark, with the approach of evening. I stepped outside to look more intently … Continue reading Rainbows. Maybe even unicorns
Sitting on my deck last night listening to beautiful Italian music played via an AppleMusic “Euro Cafe” playlist, felt like an escape. It’s the best I’m going to do this summer, I suppose. Feeling the air on my skin, though, and seeing the evening sun light up my plants for the final time for the … Continue reading Decked out
I slept later than I had in months, if not years. I think it must have been a combination of the comforting sound of longed for rain and emotional exhaustion that caused me to roll over and see, to my surprise, that it was nearly 9:00. That doesn’t happen often around here. In the past … Continue reading Carry me away
It took 8 weeks before I finally felt a sense structure in my deconstructed life. Did it take everyone else two months to find an element of calm in this new isolated existence? I can’t be the only one who has flailed like a fish out of water, flopping from place to place, can I? … Continue reading The persistence of memory
