Drop In Neighbors and Rock Castle Gorge

An hour. It has taken me a full hour. To assemble this fucking office chair. Maybe two. It’s all an obscenities filled blur. This is not a single person job. And yes. Those are my pajama bottoms in a heap on the floor. Shit got hectic for a while. Those holes…just wouldn’t line up. And … Continue reading Drop In Neighbors and Rock Castle Gorge

Blue Ridge Virtual Double Marathon

13 minutes. That’s how long it took me to get out of bed. Down the stairs. And to the coffee. And then several more minutes to figure out how to transport the coffee to my chair without the full use of my left leg. Because my dumbass thinks she’s still 43. Or however old I … Continue reading Blue Ridge Virtual Double Marathon

Spring Break From Work

I have spent the past 15 hours either sleeping. Or collecting food. For tomorrow. I've done precious little actual human communication. Because I've spent most of the past week doing too much of the wrong kind of communication. Arguing with the wrong people over the wrong things. Or trying desperately to communicate with the right … Continue reading Spring Break From Work

We Weren’t Ready (for snow)

Almost died. Getting my hair done today. It snowed. Here in SW Virginia. We weren’t ready. Apparently. I spent the brunt of the snow at my old house. Now my kids’ house. While they were off producing an entire human. Arguably the cutest human ever produced. Maybe even cuter than me. Possibly. So I got … Continue reading We Weren’t Ready (for snow)

Just Another Day

Damn. Y’all wasn’t playin. About just walking into 2022 quietly. Sitting down. And not touching nothin. Usually I wake up to a flood of happy new year messages and texts and snaps and voicemails. And yes. I wake up to them. Y’all know I’m not staying up till midnight willingly. For any reason. Except to … Continue reading Just Another Day

Still Not a Real Mountain Biker

I’ve been told you’re not a real mountain biker. Until you wreck. And despite my desperate need to be included. My every instinct. When mountain biking. Or lifing. Is to not wreck. So, I spent Sunday running Hay Rock. I didn’t want to. I didn’t not want to. I’ve spent all of break with this … Continue reading Still Not a Real Mountain Biker