Postcard from the Edge

Most days I think I make a difference. Most days I think I am at least somewhat respected. Most days I can force the equations to add up to a number greater than zero. This is not one of those days. I made a good, solid, correct decision. It was overridden because it was not…

Well, I’m back. The California getaway was wonderful, albeit too short. I hated leaving The Professor behind and returning East yesterday, but at least he’ll be back Saturday. And the time away from the apartment confirmed one important thing for me – any disputes between The Prof and myself are due more to work and…

I just got off the phone with the liver transplant coordinator at my hospital. She wants me to come down for a full re-evaluation and work-up. She feels it would be to my advantage to put me on the “needs” list for livers. The “needs list” allocates livers that are less than prime to people…

I just checked in with my site meter, and nearly half my hits from today have been from various “Aspirus” searches. My diary floats to the top of the list of most of these searches now. I’m starting to think I’m tampering with powers far beyond my ability to control.

Those of you so inclined, send a prayer or a condolence card to the manager of my apartment complex. She just sat through fifteen minutes of me ranting about last night. It wasn’t her fault, it was beyond her control, she apologized beautifully and promised me reimbursement for my flowers, and I was still so…

I was at loose ends last night when I got home, so I went for a walk. I’d gone for a walk about my apartment complex the night before, and explored a bit along the creek and woods that are part of our grounds. The spring wild flowers are just starting to hit their stride,…