The Oasis

February 10, 2016.Reading time 5 minutes.

I’m dreaming tonight, of a place I love. Even more than I usually do…

… only it isn’t home. I’m dreaming of a chair. The perfect chair. A chair so perfect she was called, “The Oasis” and she nearly tore my marriage apart.

She was blue leather and had the softest, most luxurious seat. In fact, even a thousand squats a day wouldn’t get a woman a seat that fine. After a long day in the salt mines, her embrace was heaven. She smelled like gentle rest. When she held you, her armrests opened to reveal a cooler hidden on one side and a remote control storage with a speaker phone on the other. All of this and she had warm, magic fingers better than any massage therapist. Yes, she had heat and vibration. Read More

Winston’s Holes

January 20, 2016.Reading time 5 minutes.

Winston’s been digging again. The dog often takes geological surveys in the yard but this time, he isn’t going for depth but quantity. He doesn’t spend a ton of time outside, but is very particular about the groundcover. Lately, it seems, he has a problem with grass.

I came home to find the pockmarked surface and asked him about it. Of course, I had to master my emotions first because he is extremely sensitive to loud things. He turned his head the other way very nonchalantly as I approached him while he was laying in his berm.

“Winston,” I demanded sternly to show him who’s boss “Why are you digging again?” Read More