The Disappointment

You know when you're parents say, "I'm not mad at you; I'm just disappointed."  It's the worst.  I've trained myself one way, and now I have to change.  And every day, I fail at that change, at least a little.  Like a walking, talking, personification of the word "disappointment."  It's not a good way to live.

The White Rock

It really tastes like they just roasted the coffee beans.  But the place is a ghost-town.  There's an old lady with a dulcimer, singing hymns 40 years gone by and songs she wrote about her sons.  And then she played "Forever Young."  After I showed her the way, she wrote down my name.  I had to correct her on the spelling.  But seriously, that dulcimer is cool.

You win some, you lose some.  Maybe I'll try a different town tomorrow.

The Number 23

Like the movie.  Well, not actually.  But there's something different about 23.  It's a mixed feeling of foreboding and anticipation.  I don't know whether to be scared or excited.  But I feel like my life's going to change, and soon.  And still so many questions about the right now...