Hi Darling Ones, Some days I am not in the mood to hear how lucky and fortunate I am. Being the chirpy, very special episode guest star sucks and sometimes I don’t want to play the role. Yesterday at the neurologist’s office I couldn’t fake it. Hot on the heels of the disability denial, I was not having any of Dr. S’s A++s and Gold Stars. I did not want to hear how excellently I’m doing. How I’m doing all…
Hi Darling Ones, I hope you all made it into 2025 relatively unscathed. I had a quiet, peaceful start to the new year until yesterday delivered the first kick in the teeth of the year. Social Security denied my disability claim. They seem to think the ability to clearly see letters, punctuation, lines, and shapes are not important to my work as a writer and web designer. They acknowledge it may be more difficult, but doesn’t inhibit my ability to…
Hi Darling Ones, One more day. We can do it! Here’s three things I wanted to mention before the year ended. A Crowded House As is tradition, I hosted Rock & Roll Bookclub Dirty Santa on the 28th and it was most excellent. My college-era friend Ray came from Madison and at one point he, Sister #2, and Wolfdogg were chatting in the dining room. Ben & Max were preparing dinner in the kitchen, Hannah & Jaycie were on the…
Hola Queridas, In this house we mostly use the feminine form of Spanish words. How have you been? I’ve been busier than a one-legged woman at an ass-kicking contest (one of my favorite corny aphorisms). I got a new microwave and dishwasher and then I had to get my new dishwasher fixed. Then I also had a bunch of work to do, enough to pay my mortgage in January. YAY! Mostly, I’ve been working my Floppy Scoop and tremory fingers…
Dear Darling Ones, Matthew Sweet updated his GoFundMe, and much like he has for the last 30+ years of my life he is expressing my feelings in ways I cannot. He said about his stroke: As I learned to walk, bathe, strengthen my legs, learn what hard work really was, I cried many times at my terrible fate and yet I also was so thankful for the fate I had in life, because it was a wonderful fate, and I…
Hi Darling Ones, As you now, I’ve struggled through November. It’s rough. When people ask me how stroke recovery us going I say, “It’s difficult (or annoying or frustrating or a pain in my ass), but I’m lucky I got to be annoyed/frustrated, etc. I could have died!” In my deep-dark, icy-robot heat I’m shouting “THIS IS TOTAL CRAP. NO FAIR!” and also, my old standby “WHY CAN’T ANYTHING EVER BE EASY.” Empotionallly, things are getting a little bit better…
