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Author: James Brush

James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.

Friday Afternoon

The weather today is relatively nice, though a bit hot for mid-October. I guess I should get used to that as it seems it’s just going to get hotter as we continue to cook the planet to a nice crisp. Imagine all that Alaskan coastline that could someday be prime property for beach homes…

Still, a round of golf might be in order this weekend, a chance to test out the new putter in the vain hope that my putting problems have all been my old putter and not pilot-error. Taking up golf has been a pleasure and a challenge (and a growing obsession) that I’ve very much enjoyed. I hadn’t ever realized that it’s an insanely mental game. The difficulty is that there’s too much time to think about what you’ve got to do. I wonder if someone were trying to tackle me as I was about to shoot, would I make better shots by just letting my muscles do the work without being second-guessed by my mind? I suppose that’s my favorite thing about golf, other than being outside: it forces me to clear my mind, which of course is very rejuvenating and a fine way to spend a weekend morning.

Watching UT paste Colorado should also be nice, if a bit dull.

Ok, so this is not a Post of Great Significance. It’s mainly an attempt to post via email to see how this goes.

A Great Dog

ZephyrWe lost Zephyr to cancer a month ago today, and that’s kind of what’s on my mind. The house is quieter as our cat and other dog don’t make nearly as much noise since they don’t tend to follow anyone around the way Zephyr did.

We got her 8 years ago at the Town Lake Animal Shelter in Austin, and she proved to be a loyal companion and a wonderful friend. She was a greyhound/whippet mix possessed of the greyhound’s natural friendliness and sensitivity combined with the courage of a whippet. She would actually bark at the doorbell while our purebred greyhound always runs away.

I’ve always felt that one of life’s cruelest injustices is the fact that we live so long while they live such a short time. She may have been “only a dog,” but the heart does not discriminate when a friend is lost. Still, there are so many great memories of hill country hikes and shenanigans around the house that it’s hard not to smile when I think about her.

Coyote Mercury: The Blog

OK. So this is the Coyote Mercury blog, based in Austin, Texas. I don’t yet have a purpose for blogging except that this seems an amusing way for an obsessive writer to have some fun and maybe even pick up a few new readers.

The names of the blog and my main website are derived from a character in my first novel, A Place Without a Postcard. The character is surprisingly enough a coyote named Mercury who may actually be just a plain old dog, or – possibly – God.

Enough for now. I should get back to learning how this blog stuff works.