Author Archives: Robert Hubbard

My treat-loving squirrel must be resting the last few days. I see no imaginary tiny hats on a furry head, no one scampers across the skinny neighbour’s garage roof. The tree is empty of more than just it’s leaves, with the resident beast not out or about, not resting on the big branches. His/her partContinue reading “December 16, 2020”

This year is closing in on the next year. Days are shorter, most of the birds have gone on to their un-travel-restricted vacation homes. The squirrels are busy as heck, running around and packing the last few calories on before they start taking their intermittent breaks, the little siestas. Hard done by, lawnmowers are silent.Continue reading “December 14, 2020”

I am lately running later and later in the day to get started on work projects. Today is a further expansion of my time at idle. The Covid conditions are affecting me as well as all the rest of us. It will take a long while for folks to understand and recover from this senseContinue reading “December 11, 2020”

Someone else will almost certainly say, “yesterday, December 7, 1941…etcetera”, today. I said it first thing in the morning, even though it won’t be effective until tomorrow morning. I got the jump on it. Actually, I didn’t ‘jump on it’ exactly. I did something more akin to sitting and typing on it. Since I hadContinue reading “December 7, 2020”

I am back to blogging from home. It is now grey-weather winter and the semi-lockdown has re-arrived. I can only attend Starbucks for a pick-up. Simon, Brandon, Jorge and the girls (Alex, Large Blonde – who impresses me with her brightness – and Brunette – who has my tea ready when she sees me acrossContinue reading “December 5, 2020”

Oh, dear me. I have complicated my life in ways that are not the least bit necessary. That realization started with my website experiment. I tried to make it cheaper because it seems silly to have one in the first place. WhY? I am not selling my writing there, just parking it somewhere that folksContinue reading “November 30, 2020”

I opened the New York Times today. No pictures of a guy in a red baseball cap golfing, no re-broadcast tweets, no Eric, no Donald J. Jr. … no Giuliani. Mike Pompeo has disappeared! No raucous rally photos! No effigy Democrats being burned… Not a word about Qanon. Kayleigh McEnany, gone. Lindsey Graham, quiet. NoContinue reading “November 25, 2020”

The sweeping viewis of mixed greys,dirty whites.A smaller viewis warm red,deep black.Unremarkably,earth turns a cold shoulderbacktoward buzzing summer,silences the birds withone, raised, hand.Allis focused on a roulette,and a bouncing,clattering,captured,cold, steel ball.

Never was the world I know more peculiar than now. I am at the office (where else?). With the surrounding tall windows, I feel that I am in a small vacuum jar. The jar contains my thoughts, my loves, my breathing. The world has become very small and very large at once. I have theContinue reading “November 23, 2020”

Whoa, there… I slept pretty late today. It is after the ninth hour! Quick! I will miss the bus of the day if I don’t hurry it up a bit. When I woke, it was to a groggy sensation of dreams being wisps that are vacuumed up by the switched on fan of a newContinue reading “November 21, 2020”