Brady Writes

He stopped to pick up a penny that had fallen to the side of the boardwalk.  It was just a penny, nothing special about it.  Not particularly shiny, in fact, he almost hadn't seen it. She would ask, he knew, and so he kept an eye out. "Did you find me anything today, Daddy?" Her eyes would get that special gleam.  She always saw through his attempts to just buy her something.  She wanted it, but she wanted him to find it.  He had never fully understood why she didn't want him to bring her new things.   Once, when he had found six shiny marbles in the gutter, she had been so excited that the nurse had to come in and try to calm her down.  An abandoned key was as wonderful for her as Christmas was for most kids. There was an old Ikea vase on the bedside table slowly filling with the flotsam and jetsam that she insisted that he bring.  He knew the nurses didn't really want it there, but she had made such a fuss when they tried to take it away that they left it just t...

One of the few times I've gone to a second draft so far on this adventure.  It didn't fit on the paper I had originally wrote it on, so I copied it over, and revised as I rewrote.  It came out stronger, I think.   I'd consider revising this one again.  I already found something I'd change.

I decided to take a different approach today.  Elizabeth runs a marvelous blog over at Picture a Day , and she posted a very intriguing image today:   So I decided to try to figure out what had happened:

I blogged today about why I love geocaching based on a short presentation I gave this evening.  I even made a neat-o video.

Don't worry, Brian... Only during intermissions and scene changes.

I was aware of the Ides of March today. I also stayed up too late reading, trying to clear my head. And now I have to write Something.

I blogged about Jon Stewart's interview with Jim Cramer over on that other blog I run. You know the one.

At the intersection where the eastbound freeway traffic exits onto the last road before I get home, I often see a man standing with his back towards me. (I'm coming westbound). He's facing into traffic, holding a cardboard sign. I always wonder what his sign says, but he never faces the direction that I'm coming. I assume that he is asking for money, for food, for help. Once I thought I saw him collecting bottles from the cars stopped at the light, presumably for the ten cent deposit. I don't even know if its the same man every time. A few days back, I noticed he was standing on another piece of cardboard. Was it, I wondered, like an ergo mat, to cushion his feet? Or was it another sign with a different message? He's never there when I'm coming eastbound, but I really only do that on weekends and at night. I'd save bottles for him, but there's no deposit on bottled water. I wish I knew what his sign said.

I'm back from my travels, and I've got some work to do to get my last few days worth of writing up and online. Look for that tomorrow, hopefully. In the meantime, I blogged over on my regular blog about ideas for my next vacation. I certainly welcome any and all ideas.

Ok, Ok. I give up! I started over to write, and got distracted by weekend plans (don't count on updates this weekend, by the way. They may make it. they may not, but there will be writing involved. and they'll make it eventually) And then, I got distracted by Mike , who despite all the contrary evidence, is apparently not dead. And then I got distracted by Elizabeth's comment about Spring being a liar , and I had to point out that in fact it is not a liar. And now, I've got to go to bed. Let's just say that I'm practicing for the Daylight savings jump. I think that's how it works, right. I can never figure that one out. I'll leave it up to someone else to understand, and I will obediently set my clock forward. So, good night to all. and happy writing. I guess this isn't really a something anymore, but still kind of stream of consciousness writing. I'll call it a bichok.

I forgot to mention that I blogged over on my personal blog today, explaining my personal insistence that spring starts on March 1 .

Today is the first of March, which means winter is officially over in my head. Anything that happens from here on out is a spring phenomenom, which makes it ok, because spring is supposed to be about changes. So if we get a snowstorm, it is a spring snowstorm. We'll get cold days (like today) but they'll be paired with an ever increases parade of pleasant days, days with sunshine, and grass that begins to green, and trees that begin to bud. That's the joy of March. You are right on the threshold of the New, and you begin to see what the wait was all about. Also, since it is the first of the month, I'm going to evaluate just how I did with my writing goal during February. It's hard to believe, but I'm two months into this goal. I'm definately growing because of it. I am destroying barriers, and actually having fun. Among the highlights this month. I wrote a lot on paper. (And Carol said she liked my handwriting!) I started my first serial. I wrote ...