Postcard from the Edge

It’s hard to believe that I’ve been fostering cats for our shelter for nearly a year now. Jumbo, Sisco and Kira, Simon and Garfunkle, Purrly Girl and Onyx (I did not name those two), Bandit and Murphy, Max and Millie, and poor Augie, who we took in as a hospice kitty. A dozen cats in…

I still play with the magnetic poetry set in my office, though I’ve not posted any poems recently. It tends to make me feel like an e. e. cummings wannabe, since the only capital letter in any of the sets is the letter “I”. I noticed this poem on the board my office Friday: I…

Alert Status – RED: Severe risk of terrorist attacks. Yes, boys and girls, it’s been confirmed. My body has yet again launched a surprise attack on poor unsuspecting, innocent ol’ me. Prior unprovoked assaults on me have been executed by my heart, immune system, vascular system, peroneal tendon (that one was a particularly nasty sneak…

I’m divorced. It was a big thing to me when I first started my diary. I’d only just gotten the final divorce papers just before I started writing at DD. The divorce was amicable, as these things go, but drawn out. Possibly it was drawn out because it was so amicable. Neither one of us…

For the first time I’m closer to one-hundred than I am to zero. Just thought it needed mentioning.

I’ve been hanging out around the wrong people. I do not dream. I haven’t remembered dreams since I was a kid, with very rare exceptions. I’m proud of the fact that I ordinarily drop off to a black unconciousness in which no deep, buried thoughts rise to bother me each night. Last night I dreamed….