Reminiscences of a childhood playground
A kitchen timer is an indispensable tool. I don’t have one. Instead, I use the timer on the stove. It works well because it’s digital. Although, the smallest available unit is minutes, which is sometimes too long. I digress.
This summer was supposed to be full of writing. That was the plan. It’s always the plan.
Visiting my folks always brings back a flood of memories. This isn’t the house that I was born into but it is the one that I left. Even still, it’s full of things that remind me of all of my past.
I found my old longboard while visiting my folks. I thought it’d be fun to give it a go.
I picked up a copy of First Person Singular by Haruki Murakami. After reading the first two short stories in the collection (there are eight stories), I now want to talk about them. The stories are unexpectedly enjoyable.