We’ve Come a Long Way, Baby

Years ago I read “Tuesdays with Morrie”, Mitch Albom’s small book recording his final conversations with his old teacher and mentor, Morrie Schwartz, who was dying slowly from ALS. I later purchased “Morrie: In His Own Words” from a bargain book table, which contained Morrie’s own observations about the process of dying and how he…

These cramps are getting annoying. Without warning, my fingers or toes lock up. If it’s my hand, for some reason it’s nearly always the middle finger of my right hand, locked straight and stiff, as though my body were flipping me off. I was trying to read tonight, but holding the book caused me to…

So they’re calling for snow this weekend. I hate to take it seriously, but this time all the forecasters seem to be coming to some sort of consensus about it. After yesterday’s heinous ride to work (which I neglected to get into because the matter of my broken candleholder seemed much more interesting) I believe…

and some days you’re the bug. I’m doing OK today. Which is to say that not much has changed, but I’m coping a bit better. It helps having the Socialist around. Fridays he has no classes, and even if we aren’t in the same room it’s just plain comforting not to be the only non-cat…

I dyed my hair again. It’s been a month since the initial experiment, and all the rinse had washed out of my hair. The grey was back, accusing and surly as ever. I stepped up from a level 1 washes-out-in-a-month to a level 2 washes-out-in-about-two-months deal. The stuff was a tad more complicated to use,…

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,…