The Personal Website of Jeremy Boles

I’m doing some writing on an old netbook like it’s 2009.

It’s too hot here to want to do much of anything.

Getting old is wanting to redesign your website because the text you yourself wrote a week ago is too small to read in the early hours of the morning.

A weekend with no set plans is like a blank sheet of paper: exciting, full of possibilities, and still empty if all you do is stare at it. This morning, however, rest is in order, so I’m floating in the vast void of nothingness, with a cup of coffee.

I’m getting out for a post-storm walk before it gets dark.

My mind has been such a jumble lately. The things I need to do and the things I want to get done keep stacking on top of each other, higher and higher, a Jenga tower that feels one nudge from going over.

And it’s back to packing lunches, if only for a week. School starts in about a month, and I’m dreading the routine already.

When I was in my early twenties, I took great pride in never owning a suit. After a while I realized it wasn’t worth holding on to. My whole career, I’ve been proud of never having a proper resume. That one, I’m starting to think, isn’t worth holding on to either.

Keeping this house in order feels like its own full-time job.

Another weekend gone already.

A middle-of-the-night interruption, then back to sleep and out until 7:00am for once. Turns out maybe sleeping on the floor in a dusty old house isn’t the healthiest thing in the world.

I spent a good chunk of my day writing about a long walk I took, so I figure I might as well get a second walk in.

Reading my own writing aloud brings up childhood trauma about being made to read in front of the class.

I was told that I am “Cheap with money, wildly extravagant with time” and I intend to give this the consideration it deserves, at length, over several days, for free.

If I could go back in time, I would buy the previous owners of my house a tape measure.

I’m going to need to start getting into pottery to offset all of the ceramic stuff that I’ve been breaking around here lately.

One thing I came to appreciate during my walk along Hadrian's Wall was public sidewalks. Springfield lacks them even on major, busy roads. It feels like you’re playing Frogger at times.

I started the day by getting sucked into a rathole, reading about our president’s crypto dealings and then promptly dropped the ceramic coffee dripper that my daughter got me for Father’s Day into our cast iron kitchen sink, cracking it. Today is shaping up to be a good one.

7 a.m. Monday, on hold with banks. This too is part of life’s glorious mosaic.

I spent the rest of my day honing the atlas articles and revisiting old ideas and trips. I had a lot of fun reminiscing about my trip to Tanzania in 2014.