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Tualatin Hills Nature Park

I used to begin my rucks from the house, but the idiots driving without concern for the safety of pedestrians has persuaded me to drive and park at a nature preserve. Enduring traffic noise and tension on the streets began to piss me off, downgrading the benefits and...

Sunday Deliberations

I need to get something straightened out in my mind, the urge, the inclination, the frequency of the premonition that I need to change my living situation to rejuvenate my life. If that means selling my house and downsizing my material footprint, then I expect to have...

Ribeye Blues

I put the skillet on the burner, the front one, and turned up the gas to medium. I prefer cast iron skillets when bone-in ribeyes grace the menu. I ground a dozen peppercorns in a mortar and pestle and removed the cover to the sugar bowl in which I keep real salt, the...

Downsizing

I must reduce my footprint, the space in my home, and life in which possessions contribute nil to sustaining the momentum required in achieving my goals. Marie Kondo’s series on Netflix, “Tidying Up With Marie Kondo,” acquainted me with the basics, and like her...

Thriving in Retirement

I live in a house nestled in suburbia. I have no children, my parents have passed, my marriage of three years is ending in divorce, I go rucking and lift weights, I eat like my ancestors, my income is fixed, and I want to succeed at retirement. No matter how the...

My Outpost in Suburbia

The neighbor lady one house over from me, described our neighborhood as an oasis. Her depiction of our street, monikered as Place and dead-ending at my domicile, conflicts with the rants I’ve penned to describe my perspective of holing up in the middle of suburbia,...

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