Author Archives: Robert Hubbard

March 22, 2021 Today’s date should figure out which it is going to be: 22, 20, 21? I am at yet another of those silly crossroads where I have to figure out what it is I am going to be. You would think I was living in Venice, on the island, with little bridges everywhereContinue reading “Gratitude?”

March 18, 2021 Funny, I actually have learned a couple of lessons during my time on the lovely blue-green planet. That fact does not dismiss or mitigate the ways in which I still ignore the lessons learned. Ha. Like an ordinary fool, I go astray the mark once in a while. Occasional slippage notwithstanding, IContinue reading “The Lesson Books: Forgiveness (a cautionary tale in mixed metaphor)”

March 17, 2021 It is ‘Good Excuse For Drinking’ day…and no bars open? Sigh. What is a fella to do? We have gone through a Christmas and a St. Patrick’s day without the staunchly traditional part of it… No bleary-eyed, slurred, “..but really…I thingk youware bea-u-ti-ful…” No, “…oooops….I thingk I peed my pantz”. Sigh. DoingContinue reading “Grog…”

I have been lucky my whole life. There are so many near-misses and slip-ups that led to no great trial… Amazing! I can tell ya some stories! Ha. I once disobeyed common sense and ran in the house, playing with the dog. I was in my stocking feet, running down the hall toward the foyerContinue reading “March 16, 2021”

March 15, 2021 Lots of noise at the ranch, these days. Don’t know why? My pipes rattle, the ductwork creaks and groans, I hear loud thumping all the time. What gives? Was an entire family disposed of indelicately on the premises a while ago? Maybe a drug cartel arranged the hit and it took someContinue reading

You may wonder and I wonder myself, why I sit at the Marina with a cup of tea and a bagel for a while each day. On the surface, there is nothing much to see. A few people pass by, bundled up or not as per the weather. A dog or two leap and playContinue reading “Taking Things on Faith”

I glanced up and out the window, noticing the bright blue sky, the still air, the quiet, the peace…a vague promise of spring fully upon us now. Wee creatures are calm yet, readying themselves for the joyful noise of going about a regular season’s business. On my precious, last season installed, flora the buds areContinue reading “March 12, 2021”

There’s proof enough time does exist,each dub follows lub,each tok echoes tik.Why worry myself to sickwhich direction the clock takes?Each additional day wakes,groggy with the last evening’s drunkas I am,wondering:Why is the furniture broken?Who is that man?Is there anything for breakfast?

March 3, 2021 Today is one of the most delicious of days. A warm sun, a hesitant breeze…disappearing snow. Carl Sandburg wrote of the snow hiding in the bushes? I believe. Sadly, I don’t remember enough of the poem to find it anywhere for a re-read. Yes, the snow has receded to that point ofContinue reading “Spring and the Old Man’s Fancy”

March 2, 2021 Being alive, having that experience was amusing twice this morning. It rubbed off on me, changed me a tiny bit. I used up some of my remaining freshness by laughing. I gained another laugh line. I am less young and smooth than I was before this morning. What happened to cause this?Continue reading “The Glass Blower’s Cheeks”