Author: daylerogers
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Mind Space Available; Please Apply
There are days when, without warning, I begin channeling my eight-year-old self. My third-grade self, who daydreamed without ceasing. An issue that concerned both my teacher and my mother. My teacher because I wouldn’t always respond when called upon. My mother because I wouldn’t always respond when summoned. I’ve always had a vivid imagination, but…
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It’s Not Over Till The Fat Tree Goes Down
This is not something I particularly enjoy. Not something I look forward to Putting Christmas away. Even writing that seems sad. There’s the cleaning up of the decorations and the tree trimmings. Packing them away for another year. Getting all the bins back in the attic. Me dangling from the hole in the garage ceiling…
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Memories, Musings and More
There’s something to be said to being a bit contemplative as the new year begins. Thoughts of the old year ending. Thinking on the highlights that made it memorable. Considering the challenges that made it tough. Looking back at moments I wanted to last. Remembering times I just wanted to make it through. Life, in…
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When Reality Mixes With Tradition
We wanted to come up with a tagline for our Christmas this year. With everyone home, the house bursting at the seams with people, laughter, games and drama, we needed a title for the memory. Rogers’ epic Christmas. Celebrating tradition in grandeur and scope. It’s been non-stop motion and talk. Noise levels that have kept…
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What Do I Have To Do To Get It?
I’ve come to grips with my inability to remember random numbers. As in passwords and logins and various other forms of computer minutia that make no sense to me. All I want to do is talk to my devices and have them do what I ask. That’s called being a tech alien. I sat…
Tip of My Iceberg 