Tag Archives: struggle
Day Seventy-eight; Footnotes and Thoughts on Today’s Project
I hurt. Today would have been so much easier if I had a tractor or other way to simply push that pile down the hill. But, I don’t so it was a slow, manual process. One I didn’t finish but … Continue reading
August Tenth; If I Could Ask For a Gift, In This My Month Of Birth
It would be ability. I have been sitting here for the last four hours attempting this. I’ve had false starts aplenty. I have thought of and rejected many ideas. I have saved and I have deleted because nothing felt right. … Continue reading
August Fifth; In This Month of My Birth, if I Could Ask For a Gift It Would Be..
Flies. I would ask for flies, and the correct methods to take care of them. I don’t mean the pesky bugs, I have plenty of those buzzing around and being annoying. I mean the ones that are bigger, the flies … Continue reading
A Mind Like Mush
I am incredibly sleepy. I have been fighting yawns and that desire to nap all day. If I give in and nap, I won’t sleep tonight. That is a truth I have learned over the past four plus years. Once … Continue reading
May Twenty-seventh; Strong Fences, Make
I’m sitting here waiting on mom’s morning call and listening to one of the kids across the dirt road calling their dog. They’ve been out there for the last fifteen minutes or so calling. I know that it hasn’t come … Continue reading
May Eighteenth; What’s in Your Storage Building?
Over to one side of the yard, is our storage building. Dad had it built when he and mom still lived in this house. His intentions were to open a bait and tackle shop, instead it stored his boat. Buying … Continue reading
April Twenty first; Content…or Content?
Life can at times throw a tremendous sucker punch. I mention my life and times, good and bad, often. Not because I think what I went through was worse (or better) than what others have, or that my life has … Continue reading
Day Fifty-eight; Footnotes of Fear
I have problems getting people to understand the deep seated fear that I battle. They cannot or will not comprehend what I am afraid of and why I am afraid to begin with. Even my own son, gives me the … Continue reading
January Twenty-eighth; Footnotes of Determination
They say that every storm has a silver lining. That out of everything bad, comes something good. A lot, depends on our attitude and mindset. I’m finding that to be true, even with the storm of the year, that … Continue reading
January Twenty-sixth; A New Mountaintop
Awakened some time in the early hours of the morning, I listened as the thunder rumbled angrily and the rain pounded down. I struggled to come fully awake so I could take the necessary actions. The bed was nice and … Continue reading
Words from The Dirt Road 