I told myself I wasn’t going to write about COVID-19. Everybody from the President to the man on the street is obsessed with it; even a few of the car commercials and fast-food ads I’ve seen in the past few days have tossed something in there about it, and in the news it’s 24/7 coronavirus,Continue reading “It’s Getting Weird Out There”
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Are We Having Fun Yet?
The cherry blossoms are on the trees, and my allergies know it. The tulips are coming up and the sun has been shining a little more than usual, so while it’s still technically winter, it feels more like Spring has sprung. This is a GOOD thing. My winter funk has gone away already—no more wakingContinue reading “Are We Having Fun Yet?”
It’s The Little Things That Count
Once again, I am reminded that the little things matter: as I was seated upon the porcelain throne last night, I was literally thanking God for whoever invented Milk of Magnesia. For some reason, as I’ve aged I have developed a propensity for the occasional bout of, shall we say, irregularity; and let me tellContinue reading “It’s The Little Things That Count”
The Winter Soldier
Sorry I’ve been MIA lately. It’s winter and I’m in my customary funk, not really depressed but definitely not my usual shining self (haha). I just had my birthday; I’m 61 and astonished that I’ve made it to this age. It’s funny, when you’re young you never think you’re going to be 40 or 50,Continue reading “The Winter Soldier”
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
…and after the egg nog, not a creature was stirring, not even the dogs. I’m sitting here in the living room, with cheery Christmas songs playing on the TV (I love the fact that I can listen to music on any of several music stations that come with our cable service) and a few SantaContinue reading “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas”
Olden Times and Ancient Rhymes
It’s here: the season of joy and cheer. Every year it looks different, but there is one tradition that will never disappear, and that’s listening to Christmas music. Especially the songs I grew up with and still love. A few years ago I made several CDs from music I bought from iTunes with a mixContinue reading “Olden Times and Ancient Rhymes”
It’s All Downhill From Here
Ever since I turned 60 back in January, I’ve found myself contemplating the last part of life. You know, death. Muerto. The End. I wonder about it all the time. I think about what it will be like to not exist anymore except in my loved ones’ memories. But don’t worry, it’s not depression…it’s curiosity.Continue reading “It’s All Downhill From Here”
Bipolar, Wherefore Art Thou?
Having recently passed the anniversary of my hospitalization, I’ve had the opportunity to reflect on the course of my bipolar 1 disorder and stand in awe at the miracles wrought by hard work and a little medication. Well, OK, a lot of medication, but by this time I’m no longer counting. It’s been five yearsContinue reading “Bipolar, Wherefore Art Thou?”
If It Ain’t Broke…
But it is broke. My ankle, I mean. The X-rays I had at the imaging center said it wasn’t fractured, but then I had a second set of X-rays done at the podiatrist’s office which clearly showed the break. Now I’m in this walking boot for at least the next five weeks and possibly longer,Continue reading “If It Ain’t Broke…”
Fall Back
It’s Saturday night and I’m in my customary spot on the sofa with my poor outraged left ankle encased in a walking boot, and surrounded by little dogs who seem content to be close but not ON me. I have Live PD on the television, fresh ice water on the end table, a Butterfingers bar,Continue reading “Fall Back”
