St. Peter Don’t You Call Me

You get pushed out of the plane with no warning, and it’s 9.8 m/s2 straight down. The lurch in your stomach, the wind in your hair, everything so tiny beneath you growing steadily larger. You are all powerful, looking down on the ant hills below. The sense of weightlessness is almost exhilarating. You didn’t jump;…

I’ve got a new project that I’ve been working on this week, making some beads that fit an earth-tone theme. Given my druthers I tend towards the cool colors, so working with warm, earthy tones is a bit of a new experience. I particularly was hoping to come up with something that would approximate an…

And sometimes it begins well too. It mostly begins well on weekends, though. I have to laugh at myself. This diary is mostly for me. Meeting others through it, and getting compliments on it has been a side benefit. I try not to get caught up in the game of writing for others though. Still,…

Today was my annual transplant check up at Big City Hospital. I walked the distance between the train station and the hospital, perhaps a dozen city blocks. My legs were burning by the time I got to the hospital. Being a stay-at-home slug has done nothing for my physique. The walk was even worse back…

Second time this year, though a different bone. No idea how long I’ll be laid up this time; earliest I can see specialist is Monday, but I have to work my way through worker’s comp first. Which I’ve already run through because I broke my ankle earlier this year and chewed through this year’s time….

Well, this one is probably the least serious of all of them that have passed through Dear Diary recently, I got this from Fury22’s entry of earlier today ( Fury22 ), who in turn stumbled across it in Hidingbehindmyself’s Diary. We really should do a whisper down the lane thing here, where everybody keeps track…