Ten Years

Today, March 7, 2022, is the 10th anniversary of my bipolar diagnosis. In some ways it seems like it was only yesterday that I heard the words proclaiming the nature of my “nonconformity”, but in others I feel like I’ve lived the longer part of my life with it. As indeed I have; I wasContinue reading “Ten Years”

I’ll Be Home For Christmas

We’ve gotten a bit of a reprieve from being evicted, even though the paperwork paints a very dire picture: we received our 72-hour pay-rent-or-quit notice Friday night. That doesn’t mean we have to be out in three days; in fact, it gives us more time because a court date has to be set, and evenContinue reading “I’ll Be Home For Christmas”

A Fine Mess

And now it begins: The enormity of what I’ve lost, am losing, and am about to lose is beginning to crash in on me, and it’s staggering. My unemployment benefits are running out. I can’t find a “real” job. Will’s Social Security isn’t enough to get us into even a small apartment, ergo, that means we are goingContinue reading “A Fine Mess”

You Don’t Know What You’ve Got Till It’s Gone

I’ve had time now to reflect on both the game-changing appointment with Dr. Awesomesauce and the death of Robin Williams, and between those events and my chronic worries, I’m feeling sort of, well…..squirmy. It’s hard to describe, this restless, inwardly agitated sensation; it’s not depression, and it’s certainly not mania. In fact, it doesn’t really haveContinue reading “You Don’t Know What You’ve Got Till It’s Gone”

What A Long, Strange Trip It’s Been

Well, the Garage Sale of the Decade is over and we are getting back to baseline (whatever that is), except for the need to box up our leftovers and schlep ’em to Goodwill. While we didn’t do anywhere near as well on Sunday as we did Saturday, the sale was still worth doing, and we have no regrets.Continue reading “What A Long, Strange Trip It’s Been”

Of Spiders and Mouse Turds

I have decided that there are few things which are more of a drag than planning—and executing—a garage sale. It’s bad enough trying to price items so it doesn’t turn people off or rip YOU off. It stinks to let a $100 item go for $20. Nor is it any fun to set up tables and try to organize your stuff byContinue reading “Of Spiders and Mouse Turds”