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  • Poor penmanship

    It is not uncommon for me to find myself staring at an entry on my daily to-do list wondering what the heck my Neanderthal scrawlings were intended to say. This morning as I squint (as if that will help) at what appears to be “Piss on FB, Fuck” thinking I…

  • Wardrobe

    I awaken from a dream with cars and lifts and a born-again, rounded Rocky housed at the top of a tall, spindly building that tips dramatically as the wind blows and makes me wonder if it will snap off the spire at any moment and plummet us all to the…

  • Actions . . .

    You are changed, you know? You’re never quite the same. I’ve had three major surgeries and there’s always something different about the me who comes back. I’m not sure of the extent of the altered me yet, but it struck me today that there’s a shift and it’s only now…

  • We found each other

    You have family and you have friends, it’s that cut and dry, right? Nah. I’ve come to realize that family has as much to do with bonds as blood. I have a beautiful family in blood — my sons check on me constantly to make sure I’m comfortable and safe…

  • Sappy-ass 70s

    Oh, do let’s not read another book about dying or near fatal health conditions. Cripe. I now realize that it’s unfortunate the books that were available to choose from as I prepared for this latest journey were all from the seventies. And come to think of it, maybe they’re not…

  • Wait

    Don’t give up. I’m still here. Getting an A+ from the docs and PTs and nurses and stuff. I’m doing well. I’m being a very good girl. Been too drugged/fatigued/compliant to read much so far, although I did get through The Silver Chair and Thursday’s Child. So, yeah, I’ll get…

  • Time

    So excited! EBD told me to have a good day and I chuckled and said I pretty much think it will suck but it IS good because it is the ‘step’ toward many good days to come. I love him. They are all my sun, my moon, all the stars…

  • Importance and pain

    How could something so important be so painful? My brother gave me the DVDs that rerecorded all the reel-to-reel tapes we sent to and received from Uncle Dee when he was in Vietnam. They talk about my unborn brother in anticipation. He died. I hear my beloved uncle as the boy…

  • Fingerprints

    See, this is what happens when I clean. I awakened this morning and leaped into a flurry of activity, cleaning the walls, the doors and the jambs, the railings and the sills. I’d used bleach with water to scrub and disinfect them all and I must have put in too…

  • Counting down to the new year

    Wiping down the counters, starting the dishwasher, yes got off work early and I’m home alone. I toss the rag into the sink and see chocolate cake with chocolate frosting on the counter. The cake is three days old, uncovered, dried out, but old chocolate frosting is one of my…