Ocean

Isis spent the day avoiding us. Ed says he’s harboring a grudge, I say he is in a dazed stupor, fighting off evil bacteria and hi...

In the late afternoon, Ed comes in with a troubled look on his face. That’s rare. Ed doesn’t trouble easily. It’s Isis, he tells ...

It’s a bouncy fa la la la la, la la la la kind of a day with maybe a hint of the Polovtsian Dances and a splash of (maybe Dali’s?) ...

I’m so frustrated! Ed, listen to my ten points of frustration! It's early in the evening and by coincidence, we're pull...

With all this unallocated time, you’d think I’d be out, running, biking, boating, flying. Exuberantly. Well now, consider t...

A longtime reader of Ocean , one whom I never met but consider, through our Internet communications, to be a dear friend, asked for...

Unless something untoward happens, I’ll be done grading by tomorrow. By noon, I say, by noon! I’m giddy at the prospect. I work...

Odd how it has evolved to be at once a day of quiet remembrance and a day of raucous picnicking, outdoor playing, throwing the ba...

In the morning I say to Ed  -- I'll take a few photos early, because after, nothing but grading will happen. So I take phot...

For a while, I thought I’d be writing: I only graded today . Or, as a variation: in this household, only I graded today. And if that...

There’s a pattern that needs a bit of a tamper: I post too late in the day. Why do I do it? Because life grabs my attention earlier...