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Entry date: 6-1-2023 – A New Month – Letters to My Friends

Dear Friends,

Happy June 1st. Time flies, right? I cannot believe the year is almost half over.


Blah, blah, blah. The weather is nice, too, he said.

Over and over. The small talk was making him numb.

Cheese sat on the table.

He took a hunk and the taste of the cheese

made him thirsty for something he couldn’t remember.

He took a sip of his beer and let it dribble down his chin.

Over and over. The alcohol was making him dumb.

His feet were once firmly on the floor

But now they didn’t feel a thing. He was dying inside

and death was nibbling the rind.

Blah, blah, blah, said the television.

Over and over. Point and shoot and click

the small buttons on the remote. Aiming high and low

to see something new, something better.

Would it ever stop babbling?

Another hunk of cheese and in his mind he said, please.

Over and over. Please let this be the one.



The words just sort of come, sometimes. I don’t know why. I don’t even know where they come from and where they are going a lot of the time. It’s tremendous fun. Last night I was watching a documentary and it was about an author. She mentioned that the stories she wrote were kind of like what I was just describing. They just had a voice of their own.

Hearing those words was important and freeing or liberating, whichever you prefer. I like them both. Hearing them, though, made this dance I’ve been doing with fiction make a bit more sense to me. I have ideas, of course, for the various stories rattling around in my head, but once I start writing, they seem to go where they want. They are starting to get louder and louder.


I finished Ted Lasso last night. I thoroughly enjoyed the show and I’m sad there will be no more of them, but I think they made the right call. It will be interesting to see how history treats the series. I think it was what a lot of us needed when it came out. It was a healthy distraction from the pandemic, for sure, but as we start the collective “forgetting” of all the things the pandemic taught us, Ted Lasso’s kind heartedness and delicate handling of mental health and relationship issues might not age well.

In short, I think a lot of people think of Ted Lasso like it is kind of a wimp. There is so much TV out there that is grittier and biting and overly dramatic that a fun, silly, heartfelt show might not stand a chance. We forget that we need to be silly and fun and loving. I know I certainly do.


I really should get in the shower and get to work and do some prep. Get all my stuff ready for next week this morning so I don’t have to worry about it. That would be the smart play.


Aloha to my dear J’s. I will miss them while they are frolicking on the islands.

See you tomorrow.


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