Grandchildren.


I’m fortunate to have grandchildren. After making a few questionable life decisions, I never envisioned being around that long, to be frank. You get to have all that fun playing with them without any of the residual responsibility. Doing the occasional babysit of them isn’t a problem; more of a pleasure. In a strange way, … Continue reading

Friends and Anger 3.


He’d been reading a very old book in its original and ancient language while listening to a favourite Ella Fitzgerald album on vinyl in the background. He can’t stand CDs because they always chop off the high and low-end frequency notes to cram it onto the CD. They think nobody will notice, but he does. … Continue reading

Anonymity.


Some people have this innocent assumption that anything they say or do on the internet is untraceable, because they’re using an invented name or handle, and that combined with a second email address not in their real name means all rules of common civility can be abandoned. They say things on the internet they’d never … Continue reading

Friends and Anger 2


He disentangled himself from her sprawling embrace and got out of bed. He hadn’t really slept in the night, just cat napped. It is an aspect of his protective personality when it comes to her. Switched into overwatch mode. You don’t sleep, you don’t take advantage of a woman you’ve a regard for who’s in … Continue reading