Wyatt's Musings

The Farther you Go the Grocer You Get

The Farther you Go the Grocer You Get

 

When I was in High school, I ran track. I wasn’t that good but I did it. I suppose I was in pretty good shape because I rode bikes a lot, as well. The 10-speed craze was in full swing and my friends and I would go to Rocky Springs on the Natchez Trace, camp for the night, and ride back the next day. There were days we would go there and back in a day. That’s close to 70 miles. One time...


The Wanderer

 

Wandering in a field with nothing in mind but to wander. I am grateful for the moments in my life that are directed toward a goal or a project but I don’t want to forget about the importance of getting lost in that specific way that helps me find.

Some of the best findings are the things found when not looking. It’s when I’m off my guard that I am most surprised by these smallest things. Daydreaming. Free association. Letting my mind wander is not wasting time. “Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream....


Help, You Know I Need Some Coffee

Help, You Know I Need Some Coffee

As a toddler, I sat on my dad’s lap at the breakfast table. He would let me drink coffee with him as he read the newspaper. It wasn’t real coffee, it was coffee milk which is milk with sugar and just enough coffee to notice a change in the color. I felt like a big guy. We drank out of a green ringed diner mug, the thick kind with a handle you can only stick one finger through.

As I got older my mom insisted I drink orange juice and forgot about coffee for a while .

Then I...


Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty

When we moved, I put one large terra cotta clay pot in another, packed them away and moved to our new home. Later while unpacking I tried to pull them apart and found they were stuck together. They were good sized pots so I decided I would break and sacrifice the inside one. I got a hammer and took a whack at it. It fractured into a jigsaw of shards.

I looked at the pieces and thought I could put it back together and use it. I got some glue and started with the big pieces first to smaller pieces...


Gypsy Life

Gypsy Life

We’re having the best time traveling through this part of Georgia and South Carolina. Our camper is a 16 ft Casita that we pull with our “Pastormobile” which is a Ford Expedition. The former owner must’ve been a minister because of the stickers on the back glass. Everything is small inside the camper. There is a two cup coffeemaker. The bed sleeps two comfortably although the person sleeping on the outside must move to let the other out. It has a propane powered refrigerator. It’s still a mystery to me...