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the emotions i feel when contemplating going on a vacation in italy. i want to go, really really want to go but i know i may just freak out (’cause i’m a bit of a freak.) ah well maybe a good boil is just what I need!

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 08.02.2011 @ 2:24 pm


Everything starts with one step. That’s one thing he always had trouble with understanding and acting upon. The magnitude of the entirety would peak around the corner and then leap out at him, destroying his confidence. One step, that’s all he needed to do, just one step…

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 07.30.2011 @ 2:37 pm


Watching me write is a good way to find amusement. Which isn’t really the word of the day but that’s ok. It’s close enough. Man I just have no creative thoughts lately. I’m slogging around with the word of the day. I guess it’s amusing…

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 07.28.2011 @ 12:09 pm


Well, that’s interesting. I’m drawing a blank on this word. No ‘lightning in a bottle’ for me. No ‘lightning strike’ of inspiration for me today. Wow, that’s a cheap way to get the word written about when you come up empty…

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 07.25.2011 @ 11:45 am


in the closet. that’s the easiest thing to come up with. also think about the skeleton of a story and I’m spending time now looking at how to create the skeleton of a story, what it should consist of. something interesting is my free form story had some of those elements and I didn’t even know what i was doing…

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 07.23.2011 @ 11:24 am


I used to shoot a bow when I was a youngster. I had two different ones and fancied myself a great hunter. I actually went hunting with the bow on several occasions but never shot (or even saw) anything. I think the animals were all to busy laughing at me to show themselves.

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 07.14.2011 @ 2:08 pm


There are always chores to do. But when you think o f it the word chores has many negative connotations to it. And if you really think about it chores are just the normal stuff of life. Nothing really odious or onerous just the daily tasks that everything has to do

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 07.08.2011 @ 3:48 pm


The line spooled out over the curling waves of the Atlantic Ocean. Standing in the surf at coast guard beach he watched the sun begin to breach the horizon as the lure splashed down. He reeled in, imparting motion to the lure. He didn’t really care if he caught anything or not, it was just his favorite place to be

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 07.07.2011 @ 7:22 am


The stem of the flower was wilting, soft with decay after it’s peak flowering time had past. The flower was still beautiful, just a bit bedraggled. It had done its duty and done it well. It had earned its rest and would wait through winter for the warmth of spring to return it to glory.

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 07.05.2011 @ 11:26 am


I assisted my wife today, trying to find out how to successfully communicate with her while she is in Italy. You really have to keep your eye out when dealing with the ATT reps. I was trying to turn stuff off and she had me adding features (if I listened to her, that is). Oh well you have to be careful…

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 07.04.2011 @ 11:42 am


Given the wit to write he wondered why he didn’t. What was it that stood in his way? Why did he doubt as he wrote instead of just writing and then leaving the doubting for the editing? It was hard, this writing game. The self doubt was what was given.

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 07.02.2011 @ 3:05 pm


His name was Wade. He was always a little embarrassed by it, living as he did in the northeast, cape cod to be exact. He was a terrific fisherman, not quite as good at being a husband

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 06.29.2011 @ 1:30 pm


crush…crush…another beer can crumpled in his hand. He flipped the can into the pile at his feet. Sighed. Wondered what was left. Didn’t have any answers.

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 06.28.2011 @ 2:32 pm


the building blocks of all living things. at least i think so, I can’t claim any great biological knowledge at this point in my life. but this i do know, isn’t it awesome that so much happens in such a minute little space?

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 06.21.2011 @ 12:58 pm


I held her. my grand daughter. I held her and thought of the wonder that my baby has a baby. tears ran down my cheeks as I held her. I held her close. she held me close. she holds me in her hart. I am hers forever. I held her close. I held her.

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 06.19.2011 @ 3:03 pm


Belief in religion is something I do not have and cannot have. I do not believe, I like to have things proven, I like to see reason brought to bear. I do not believe without some sort of logical thought taking place.

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 06.18.2011 @ 11:51 am


I just saw my new (and only) granddaughter smile. It’s a wonderful thing, a smile. Makes all right with the world, if only for a little while. But that little while is just fantastic!

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 06.16.2011 @ 12:52 pm


The train jerked suddenly, jostling him out of his slumber. He looked across the aisle, still confused and a bit fuzzy from sleep. She sat looking at him, a small smile on her lips. It was disconcerting, he felt he should know someone who looked at him like that but he had no memory of her, none at all.

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 06.15.2011 @ 1:02 pm


the train station was cold with a thin rain swirling around the platform. i hate this bullshit i muttered. unfortunately my grandmother was standing behind me and was predictably horrified at my language. so I boarded the train and left her behind…

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 06.14.2011 @ 1:04 pm


My baby gave birth to her first baby a few weeks ago. I think I understand the word beloved now. Because that’s how I feel. Those girls are beloved. they are wonderful. what a fantastic gift my baby was and now she’s had a baby!!

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 06.13.2011 @ 6:34 am


had to go to a funeral this week. actually have gone to 2 this year for students. nothing is much sadder than losing a young person. one I knew slightly one I knew very well. the one i knew well was a suicide and the the anguish and sadness is just massive

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 06.11.2011 @ 2:16 pm


to the top, son, rise to the top, there’s no other place to be but the top. but no one ever told ‘the top of what’? and now where is he? risen like bread dough. but no real idea with what to do with himself now that he is at the top…rise son rise

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 06.10.2011 @ 1:06 pm


most things all the time. remembering becomes one of those things you seem to start to lose as you age. and as i’m aging (i’m not ancient but i’m over the crest of the hill) remembering becomes harder. but it’s okay it’s just one of the costs of a long life

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 06.08.2011 @ 10:18 am


love plaid. he was dressed in plaid, unfortunately he was dressed entirely in plaid. plaid socks pants, shirt and tie. all plaid. He must be a clown said the little boy with his mother, he must be a clown. but he left before anyone knew

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 06.06.2011 @ 3:50 am


i don’t have a chalkboard anymore I have a whiteboard. but i remember chalkboards from my days in public schools. I particularly remember the teacher who hated chalk dust and kept a 5 gallon pail filled with water to wash the board with. he would throw the sponges at you if you pissed him off.

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 06.05.2011 @ 7:31 am


the radio said not to panic. don’t they always say not to panic. but the radio was our only lifeline our only way of finding out what was going on., it said don’t panic. and now there’s just static. what does that mean. where is the radio what’s going on

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 06.04.2011 @ 7:00 am


the limo was long, white and sleek. I had no idea why I was in it but was willing to go along for the ride. The party had been more that I could ever expect and now here I was a poor kid riding home in a stretch limo . Too bad, I really like my pinto better.

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 06.02.2011 @ 8:06 pm


not really sure what a montage is. Montage is the name of my childhood pet, a tiny white mouse. a little bit crazy he was. always scampering about and eating the wires to my computers. i missed him when the cat ate him, but only a little…

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 06.01.2011 @ 5:27 am


the times of my past. no, not really. one of the great worries of my older years is my almost total lack of recollection of my past. it is amazing how much i have .lost and more than a bit scary. what don’t i know. what happened that caused this loss.

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 05.31.2011 @ 5:21 am


used to have sideburns when i was a young hippie-like lad. don’t anymore. all gone, like my youth. the other day I saw pictures from the mustache and beard championship in Norway. fabulous facial hair including sideburns, you should check it out!

» Posted By Bob Hussey On 05.30.2011 @ 7:06 am

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