Once upon a time, I knew a woman who knew everything about some things, and when she did, it was impossible for anyone to convince her she might, possibly, be wrong. Even if you agreed with her, you had to agree the right way for the right reasons. She would have spent her life on … Read more
I remember building the fence, back in 2001, and originally, there was only a quarter-acre or so that was fenced. It was a simple wire field fence with a double strand of barbwire on top. Neither Sam nor Bert had any notions as to escape, and they didn’t try, either. And that was good enough … Read more
Lilith Anne, the Muttress of All the Magnolias, Queen of the Hickory Head Packs, is getting older and slower. She doesn’t go out into the woods anymore, of she can help it, and I haven’t gotten a leaf from Lilith in a long time. Mostly, she sleeps all day and doesn’t deign to notice the … Read more
Whether you realize it or not, clocks and watches are not the only way we measure time, and the way we measure time is changing. It always has been. We just never noticed it. Back when cassette tapes were about the only means of playing music, and even then they were endangered species, but we … Read more
Odd thing, the plague, it really is. During the lockdown, a friend of mine was working from home, and so was the guy she lived with at the time. Of all the things that could have happened, her boyfriend became sick, not with the plague, but with heart troubles, and he died. She went into … Read more
When Hospice arrived, we were sitting at the kitchen table, waiting. That’s what her brother and I have been doing for a couple of weeks now, and nothing makes it better. He’s older than I, doesn’t get around very well, and can’t do any lifting, but he is fully retired, and he can stay for … Read more
Before a slow death was an enviable given, the decision not to tell the world about the tumor was made. No social media, no mass emails, and if possible, no one who didn’t have to know would be told until the recovery was in full swing. But that was before the tumor began to grow … Read more
My girlfriend is gone. She slipped away, like the air in a balloon, and all that is left is the shell of what once held her life, and enough inside to keep her body in motion, such that it is. Steps are treacherous, but there isn’t enough time left to create a ramp of some … Read more
In the beginning, there was one doctor, and that was the one person we had to deal with. She was a neurosurgeon, a good one, and she was going to cut a hole in the skull of my girlfriend and do a biopsy, and we would know what was happening. That was right around the … Read more
Generally speaking, my go to solution to stressful times falls into one of two categories; alcohol or sweat. I started drinking too much after I retired, and while that wasn’t what landed me in the hospital with diverticulitis, it likely didn’t help anything. After getting out of the hospital I went back to work, knowing … Read more