I was thinking about the word “careless” yesterday, trying it out. These days, we mostly use it as a synonym for negligent, not paying attention. Not taking care. But the first definition for the word is “to not have a care.” We would use carefree these days, but whatever. I’
I made the above image yesterday (I think). I can’t remember what inspired me, although I’ve thought about through the looking glass as a metaphor for my experience many times. I told my grandson this was the cover to a graphic novel about my experiences with long Covid.
My driveway has an event horizon, beyond which nothing escapes. Not a basketball, not a small child, not a drop of water — go just over the lip at the top of the drive, and your next stop is in the garage. My house sits at the intersection of two hills.
I'ver been thinking a lot about the Red Sea crossing. Not that one. About 70,000 years ago, a band of humans, perhaps hundreds or a few thousand, crossed the Red Sea from what is now Djibouti in east Africa into west Asia (Arabia; modern Yemen). Everyone who
This has been a summer of settling, I think. Accepting? Surrendering? It’s not been great, whatever it is. There’s an overall sense of having less strength, less endurance, and that’s not the status quo I anticipated. I'd come around, I think, to understanding my new
After a month of young men coming in and out of my front door at will, chattering in Ukrainian and Spanish and English and paying no attention to me at all, things have quieted down. We still have a garage half-full of furniture to move back into our empty basement,
After my new PCP told me her plan and we wrapped up the visit yesterday, I stood up and headed for the door. Boy what a dumb idea, standing up. Ambulation, sheesh. Like I’m a superhero or something.😆 Julie described what happened next as looking very much like one
Today marks my 19th anniversary of sobriety. I’m disconnected from that person, can’t really pull up enough memories, but I can’t help but be reminded pretty much every day. It was a big deal, of huge significance. Eh. Covid now takes the top spot. Even fatherhood was
When blogging and then social media took off, I used to get irritated at how casually people used the term "OCD" (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder). "I do this and that because of my OCD,"and so on. My son was diagnosed with OCD 25 years ago, and for
I mean, I'm drinking ground coffee at the moment, people. Life is topsy-turvy. I can't even. You know what it is? It's that we've never had a major renovation like this, not in the 37 years we'e lived here. Back
I don't think I have dementia, or incipient dementia, or eventual or any other adjective you like. I don't have sour dementia, etc, I'm not flailing here, or pushing back on the obvious with all the horsepower of denial I can muster up. I
My house has been torn up for a few weeks, No Big Deal (we did it on purpose). It’s gonna be great, but at the moment it’s disorienting as hell. And it has the effect of making my limitations more limited, depending on the day. They were downstairs