We’re delighted to announce Tales from the Territory, in which award-winning storyteller @travisbaldree.bsky.social takes us back to the Territory in a heart-warming set of five stories: subterraneanpress.com/newsannounci...
Why yes. Yes it does.
Maybe just a *little* cheeky debauchery wouldn’t go amiss?
A blue sky with fluffy white clouds framed by cotton wood trees
Sitting outside trying to be mindful of the here and now.
Have all the fun!
I’m finding it especially challenging to be a Human today.
I miss you cool Kobolds! Have all the fun.
Bonafide!
Yes Please. And Thank you.
Spoiler alert: it was deplorable.
Reminder: a short time outside can do far more for your nervous system than an hour of overthinking
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A leafless tree against a blue Sky
Good Morning Blue Sky.
Happy Friday.
Please tell us this is for swamp witch cosplay. I for one am here for it.
Sometimes you have to let go… and start again
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A leafless tree against a partly cloudy blue Sky.
Hello March. Let’s do better.
Aloha Friday
The best way to multiply your happiness is to share it with others
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May the tiki gods smile upon you!
Dawn over Aransas Bay, Gulf of Mexico.
Good Morning Bluesky.
Dawn.
Aransas Bay.
Gulf of Mexico.
I wish I could talk to my Father today.
Mahalo Carl.
If you knew my Father, or have simply been moved at all by my clumsy outpouring of raw emotion, raise a glass towards the nearest body of Salt Water. Give thanks to all of the old Sailors and Fathers we have lost.
My father is survived by his loving wife of 60 years, a daughter and Grandson he was immensely proud of, and myself. A fool who wishes he had spent more time in the company of his dad.
This morning, alone in his house while feeding my parents pets, I rung his Navy watch Bell Eight Times and broke into tears.
End of Watch.
Thank you for your years of Love and Service.
Aloha Dad.
My father the sailor was hospitalized on Christmas Eve. He slipped away from us on Christmas day surrounded by his family in an ICU room. His body finally gave up early on December 26th.
I do not know who I am without my father. But I do know that the best parts of me are in his image.
As is often the way of sons and fathers, I find that in hindsight I wish I had spent even more time with him. That I had recorded his stories. I always thought we would have more time together.
While a significant portion of my childhood was spent wondering when Dad would come home, we made up for all this missed birthdays, holidays, and life events when I moved back to Texas during his golden years. He was an ever-present positive and encouraging influence upon me and many others.
He would effortlessly make those he met feel appreciated, laugh, and at ease. He would start conversations with anyone & everyone. He treated everyone with dignity. He taught me that a man could, and indeed should, be kind to those around them. To meet him was to have your day made a little better.
He used to joke that when he was back at port he never spent a full day sober. He loved Hawaii. He retired a Master Chief after declining to be promoted to an officer. Once a Master Chief, always a Master Chief. He retired to Texas after 20 years of service.