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The Joys Of Running…A Substack Newsletter by Tom Knighton

The Joys Of Running…A Substack Newsletter By Tom Knighton

It’s been a year for me. As of Friday, I’ve spent a year writing a newsletter on Substack titled Tilting at Windmills. In it, I cover politics that I don’t get to cover in my day job. Just one story a day, most days of the week.

And, in the process, I’ve made more money than I did on any blog I actually attempted previous to this.

Our beloved hostess, beautiful but evil space princess that she is, suggested I write up a guest...

Looking In

Now you’ve done it. You’re going to have to send a rescue party to Plato’s cave. I hope you’re happy.

Actually, I hope you’ll indulge me while I work through some stuff, in public (because why not) and maybe, perhaps it will help someone.

The proximate causes of this post are two: My younger son has been practicing psychoanalysis without a license. To be fair to him, he only practices it on me. (And it’s facilitated by the fact he’s male clone, so he knows how my mind works.)

This m...

It’s A Wonderful Life

So…. So…. So….

Er….. I thought I might get 25k over two weeks, if I begged a lot. And then we’d borrow the other half, pay the bill, and if the house sold quickly, we’d be okay. Mostly. I mean BTB — back to broke — but not in a hole, right?

And then the GoFundMe funded in… 7 hours? And is now double the amount? And I’m not keeping it up because I’m greedy, but because people keep sending me emails and pms saying “leave it up another week, so I can play.”

I don’t get how this i...

Help With Moving For My Health

So we found a new place, but between the pandemic shutdown and it being so soon after buying the last house, we’ve drained our savings. After much urging from friends and family, I am asking for help.

Yes, I’m embarrassed and terrified, but I’ve never really charged for my work here, and we truly, desperately and very urgently need help. The figure I put up scares me, but it scares me even more not knowing where it will come from. I want and need to write stories, and I can’t while locked...

The True Tale of King Harv’s Most Ferocious Coffee by King Harv coffees

TWO CATS COFFEEThe True Tale of King Harv’s Most Ferocious Coffee by King Harv Coffees

The coffee was brewing.  Not fast enough for me, but it was brewing nonetheless. Here in the wilds of North Central Florida, coffee is just as required as an airboat and a shotgun. Probably more so. So many dangerous animals.  So many creatures of the dark.  Gators of course. Lots of gators.  But also huge Snapping Turtles. Black Bears. Amoebas. Beer cans.  Only one struck fear into me though. Well,...

Regressing

A Catholic priest, a rabbi and two Lutheran ministers walk into a bar…

If they’re friends, and at ease with each other, you’re almost certainly in America. Or in a country so far gone into atheist socialism, that it doesn’t matter what religion you have, you’re an enemy of the state.

Years ago, when the kids were little, our priest was a gentleman who was a weekend “biker” (and computer programmer) before he got his calling. Half of his sermons were about how our soul was like this p...

Home and Various Difficulties

We’re back home after doing a week’s worth of work in a day and a half, then driving afternoon/evening/night to get here at 5 am. I’m feeling mostly dead.

And terrified. Because you see we ran through our savings BEFORE moving and the moving expenses were way more than we expected (just the gas back and forth), because of the looking was so expensive, particularly with Pandemic Hotels TM. Then renovations, which weren’t as extensive as you might think, but everything was through the roo...

No Blog Today

No blog tomorrow. If we’re very lucky blog Monday. Maybe.

The money pit struck again. I might need a go fund me, because things are dire. more later.

A Most Excellent Mystery

Probably the worst part of the last month and a half to two months was that for various reasons my husband had to be at new house while I was in Colorado.

It’s not that I’m insecure in our relationship, or that I thought anything would break from being apart, but there was a terrifying, “broken” feeling, like I’d just been sliced in half.

I’d like to say that’s just habit, because we’ve been married 36 years, but I’ve never done particularly well when Dan is gone for even a few days. ...

There Are Places I Remember

When I was little, I looked down on people who moved. No, not you know, who could move, but who moved from house to house.

I suspect in that I was a little like say Regency manor families. I was born in a house where generations of my family had been born (and died) and by gum, I was going to stay there. There was pride in that, and also a little bit of insanity. I suspect it’s to blame for my keeping all sorts of weird things: Cloth I’m not sure what to do with. ALL screws and nails. I...