5:48, making dinner in a bit. All day out, to Sonoma and back then some lunch here at the loft, break and let food rest then well over 90 minutes of football, then to the Green. Resting, collecti… | Continue reading
Ages, soon greater numbers. Nothing I can do. Be more than just fully present. Henry running in here from climbing on his sister to either say hi or just check on me, not sure. Chess last nig… | Continue reading
Great night sleep for little Henry and I, Jack waking a little early, curiously. Total zen in poz loft condo. Second floor now, to be expect. Jack talking with one of his friends over that g… | Continue reading
Settled in with kids. Trip to sports store for some wishes of theirs, then play at the park, grocery shopping and lunch pickup, more playing outside now hanging in loft, relax. Tired, feel like … | Continue reading
Clock append slow Watch Or don’t Drive to there Quicker leaf Wind Rain press She knows it Truth avoid Tok over tick Stop and sit Coffee copied Lots explained angle Skies Events boast dimes More pla… | Continue reading
Wrote a poem and I know I need to write more, others, capturing everything I’m going through, or seeing not just going through. Work, the commute, how dark it is in the morning. The kid… | Continue reading
It’s talking to me, repeatedly Some message meant only for me Emirate talk, purpose and place Kiln emotions, kiss and walk Verses to me and the drive Sonoma vineyard concert Quiet cordon, leaves wi… | Continue reading
Back at loft, latte and zen. Another idea for startup, connected to present prop tech story, no elaboration now. Too slow still, caffeine needs to do its job. Leaving to get kids soon. A little o… | Continue reading
In office. Still sniffling and with a little congestion, not sure that’s what you’d call it but either way I’m fine and functioning and about to dive into receipts and budget and some anchor … | Continue reading
Anyway… where is this, my story, my activity and sales story with the prop tech co, going? I don’t know. And I love that I don’t. Just save, keep the winery and tasting room as a symbol, a sough… | Continue reading
That’s the obstructor, obviously. Shower then laundry, then walk to Noto, where I am now, waiting for a quad shot latte, needed after a night of on and off sleep. Heading to parents’ around 3 or … | Continue reading
Think it’s kind of silly we have to work today, but…. It is what it is, as people say. Back at the loft, working in kitchen. Too cold in the office. Triple espresso made here like yes… | Continue reading
I always seem to stop at that light. What is it, Columbus and Broadway? Either way, I think of my son, Jack… how his mother sold me on that name. I was opposed to the name Jack at first, foolish… | Continue reading
Not much written yesterday, nothing posted. Soul injured, but I’m writing way through and out of it. The kids are watching, and reading. Teaching them through me teaching me. Yesterday site walk te… | Continue reading
Get it out quick, fire No need to think or make sense Delusion glimmer | Continue reading
Receipts and notebooks, journals in bag. Sipping espresso before Starbucks. Yes, I’m going to get a latte. Mentally not ready for commute and being in the city, certainly not driving in it. Cou… | Continue reading
At all There is more to acknowledge Appreciate See and feel, study We wish for so much when the want doesn’t need to be wanted It’s here, present, in front of you. | Continue reading
In every step and syllable. Postmodern promise….. | Continue reading
Woke feeling fearless, grateful. Everything 2023 will speak. Heading out the door to St. Helena, the new tasting room story. People probably in town for Thanksgiving so could be busy.&n… | Continue reading
3:48 Up from a 90 minute nap, almost 90 minutes, put on some laundry, make espresso, come down to office to collect. From earlier, running errands and what not, two valuable pieces of perception. 1… | Continue reading
My son and best friend…. Little Kerouac. Jack Patrick Madigan…. Love him and learn so much from his brilliance and curiosity. Grateful. | Continue reading
Do two things right now…. Take some of Henry’s toys upstairs to Emma’s room, their hangar. I’m sure this reads like someone with OCD, I’m sure. If so let me know… Always do… | Continue reading
and one of those PJ Make figures from his sister’s room, where the toys are. We come back down so he can play with the car pushing it forcefully so it dashes across most of the loft floor. He los… | Continue reading
Off a quick call with a friend, Lexi, asking me to do a favor for her get a bottle of olive oil from Davis Family. Told her I was planning on going tasting today anyway and this gives me the … | Continue reading
All days are stories and have something for me. Henry asking for help with his show, always pressing a button nd exiting out of it and needing me to find what he was watching and where. Break… | Continue reading
After 3. Start thinking about getting kids, dinner tonight with Mom and Dd, and day tomorrow. Ahead of myself, but not. Wallet, keys… nearly time to leave. Bringing cash for Jack’… | Continue reading
to be on the phone, always. So much to do this weekend and again I wonder if I should stop the Sunday tasting room practice. Went outside to get the mail. Beautiful fall intonation… may take… | Continue reading
Again noticing that I’ve thought too. Much, too much deconstruction and deliberation on certain things. Using what’s here, present. I get it. That’s what I’m doing. No need to wish, or long, … | Continue reading
Yesterday dropping off my car at the collision repair place on Corby, Freeman, the front desk lady just arrived to work carrying her purse, water bottle and lunch in a container. Struck me, realiz… | Continue reading
Then walk over to get rental. Then back here for work. Desk, a mess, me exhausted from week. This commuter life has changed me and my everything. Patience, more frail. Need coffee, an… | Continue reading
All these kind, loving humans in my life… So grateful. Vented to an old friend recently about my frustration with humans. I stand by that expression and am so grateful to her for listening. But, it… | Continue reading
And after a 12+, actually 14, hour day…. Too tired to write. What stood out and spoke to me from day… Lunch spot in SF, 2nd time there. Traffic out of SF to OAK. Building in downtown Oakland, the c… | Continue reading
This hour is harsh, but I’m more or less used to it by now. Tried turning on some music but Spotify acts strange just when I don’t need it to. Event tonight in Oakland, will just make an appearan… | Continue reading
But don’t know where to find the link. So… may not happen. Sitting down after working and standing for close to an hour, now tired. Another 10oz cup made. May have lunch in a bit. No o… | Continue reading
…….. Everything is something that teaches. Everything around you can be seen as a positive chord. Everything is music, meant to contribute to your beat. Too often we just give in to nay… | Continue reading
… Then what do you call it? My wine story, speaking loudly this morning and in a way I can’t dismiss or just put to the side for sake of work. Know I need to, I’m trying… Short stories … | Continue reading
Halfway through the month… already? 7:43 have been here about 10 minutes I think. Might be the earliest I’ve landed at the office, and in SF since this new story started. Aim for today is to … | Continue reading
More than merely motivated. Fiery, eager, assured of my presence. Knowing this Road is the correct one. Hate that word, correct. I’m present, closer to my little vineyard an… | Continue reading
interfering with my pursuits. It’s my story and I decide all Roads… Thankful bank. | Continue reading
After lunch with little Emma and soon after Jack, more level and more of a character Composition useful. Acknowledging, what I’m now practicing. More than some trie mention of awa… | Continue reading
Some days test you. And test you more. You learn. | Continue reading
Emma and Henry enjoying cereal behind me at table. Me, not feeling much like a parent, like I missed something, some course or….. Ridiculous. Again, humor. It’s my day off a… | Continue reading
Not much sleep last night with Henry getting sick twice and both in my bed which was entertaining. Sheets washed and comforter now washing. We slept downstairs, he on couch and me in D… | Continue reading