Rant On Lawn
Posted by Rey
- Mowing the lawn in the heat is awful, more so when the humidity feels like you’re walking through a storm but without the benefit of rain.
- Mowing the lawn after several days of rain is obnoxious: not only is the grass ridiculously heavy so that your machine keeps stalling, but your feet get a nasty, hot, wet feeling.
- Neighbors with dogs are great when they keep the dog in their yard, but for some reason my neighbors have decided to walk the dog on my lawn. When I peek at them coming out towards my lawn and I “coincidentally” go outside, they freeze-frame, turn around and walk elsewhere. But when I don’t get a chance to catch them, my mower discovers their unhappy deposits instead.
- I distinctly remember enjoying mowing my own lawn. That was a little more than two years ago, less a child, less the new neighbors with the dog, and in April.
- When I see Adam, I might have to punch him in the gut.
- There is not enough water to recalibrate the dizziness that comes with the first two hours of mowing with a push mower.
- It doesn’t look big, but a third of an acre is a lot to mow. Especially in the heat. While avoiding poop on the lawn.
- I don’t think any of my neighbors enjoy it when I take off my shirt. I’ve wondered if the Dog is retribution for the bare bosom or vice versa.
- In the past I’ve considered a lawn care contract. I refuse to pay for it though in light of identifying with Adam’s stupidity and sheer value of the dollar. In either case, I fear the day when aliens visit our planet and confuse either Dogs, or Our Lawns, for our leaders.
Sy’s Poems
Posted by Rey
Yesterday’s post consisted of things that Sy banged out without much more than five minutes of thought. Essentially, they were creative outlets for his random insanity. I also wanted to post some of his endeavors which he did take time to think about, and even wrote a second (neater) draft to get it right.
What you’ll see are two poems: one in verse and one in prose.
Article Tags>> kid writing | poem | poetrySy’s Essays
Posted by Rey
Every now and then my Son does something that gets him in trouble, usually on account of him being insanely hyperactive while being on the verge of a migraine. At these times I try to find a way to both calm him down and redirect his energies.
Usually this consists of me telling him to sit down, stare at a wall for five minutes and then followed by a brief writing session. In the session he has to write down five sentences that tell me something about the wall—and they can’t be mere facts. They must be creative in their formulation, else he has to examine the wall some more.
Yeah, I know; it sounds crazy. Welcome to the world with Me as Dad. Here’s his most recent two sessions followed by a short essay on why he loves Summer that he wrote in Winter.
Laws of E-Debate
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Many years ago, so the story goes, Newton was bopped on the head by a falling apple and immediately came up with several Laws of Physics. Years later, Einstein was bopped in the head with Time and came up with the Law of Relativity. On the Internet forum I participate in, I have been verbally bopped enough times to unearth the Laws Of E-Debate which are just as foundational to any Laws of Thermodynamics and probably just as provable. Maybe on your jaunts through message forums and online debates you will find these Laws coming to the fore.
Now what you may find is that these Laws might have some proper applicability in some scenarios—yet you may also realize that sometimes, they’re just embarrassing refusals to engage the opposing position properly.
Article Tags>> debate | logic | thinkingI’m An Addict :-(
Posted by Rey
I have a problem. An addiction, even. It started off slow, tentatively with slight trepidation, and then it became a habit. It was so easy to get into and since everybody is doing it, it just felt right. I’m an emoticon addict and I’m trying to quit.
Article Tags>> blogs | emoticons | internet | wordsLife and Blue Skies
Posted by Rey
Blue skies, he thought as he looked out of his window. Bright blue skies, he reminded himself as he closed his eyes and let the smell of his coffee waft up to him.
He was originally married 17 years. He and Jane had met in college, both majoring in design and engineering. They had dated, promised that they were going to get married and everyone thought “what a lovely couple.”
Article Tags>> short storyStory: Designation
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A little bit of a story which I’m reserving rights to. Starts now:
“Are there any side effects?” he had asked.
“None besides the obvious ones that come with such a relationship.”
“Why not experiment on a grunt–they don’t matter?” but you don’t say things like that. No one ever says things like that. Even now, at this last moment when anything that is said would allow the individual to be released from the program, free to go to whatever other aspect of military life–but that would be failure. Instead he said “For the Great Cause.”
“For the Great Cause.”
Short Story: Town-Fest
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Here’s a short story vignette that I had posted on a private blog but I wanted to locate them all in one place. I don’t plan on developing the story further than I’ve brought it. It’s a sampling of life, a taste of a fictional happening. I’m reserving rights to this for myself so I would rather you link to it than copy any portion of it.
Article Tags>> rey reynoso | short storyShort Story: A Distant Star
Posted by Rey
Here’s a short story vignette that I had posted on a private blog but I wanted to locate them all in one place. I don’t plan on developing the story further than I’ve brought it. It’s a sampling of life, a taste of a fictional happening. I’m reserving rights to this for myself so I would rather you link to it than copy any portion of it.
Article Tags>> rey reynoso | short storiesThe Man in the Diner
Posted by Rey
Here’s a short story vignette that I had posted on a private blog but I wanted to locate them all in one place. I don’t plan on developing the story further than I’ve brought it. It’s a sampling of life, a taste of a fictional happening. I’m reserving rights to this for myself so I would rather you link to it than copy any portion of it.
Article Tags>> rey reynoso | short story