Mark Phillips' Pages: Workbook: May 2021

Workbook: May, 2021

May 31, 2021: I can still reach those old feelings.
May 30, 2021: Just as the odometer on my 2006 Subaru Forester turned to 300000...
May 29, 2021: Very large hand-made sign off the side of Highway 101 south of Gilroy:
May 28, 2021: Mansion on the hill.
May 27, 2021: "Where's he going to sleep, then?"
May 26, 2021: El Mocambo 1977.
May 25, 2021: 1177.
May 24, 2021: I think I intimidate her.
May 23, 2021: Burned trees.
May 22, 2021: A chance.
May 21, 2021: Let me be empty.
May 20, 2021: On her husband's birthday.
May 19, 2021: Grief, and longing.
May 18, 2021: Life with her was like immersion in a psychotic cauldron of crazily boiling stress:
May 17, 2021: A road: uphill, downhill, one and the same.
May 16, 2021: Marginally more outside my head...
May 15, 2021: Tired, hungry, cranky.
May 14, 2021: I no longer require the GPS.
May 13, 2021: Desert roads are metaphors for our histories.
May 12, 2021: Alternately salmon and small potatoes, steamed with lemon.
May 11, 2021: Cuban black beans with brown rice, cracked.
May 10, 2021: I've lived in this house, but I don't remember it.
May 9, 2021: Even with perfect blood sugar he requires patience.
May 8, 2021: Realistically, it was all about sex.
May 7, 2021: She habitually asked, "Are you sick of me yet?"
May 6, 2021: Over and over she tells me of my kindness.
May 5, 2021: I saw a pretty girl from a distance.
May 4, 2021: "You look like [some actor I don't know]. Do you know who he is?"
May 3, 2021: I now know exactly where this comes from.
May 2, 2021: The Captain is piiiiiissssed...
May 1, 2021: People try to shove their seats back...