It’s a Girl

Armed with pain meds (dulling both my nerves and my brain) I decided it was safe to go back into the water. Put less prosaically, I was way over-due for a shower. I’ve been doing my best at the sink, but it just isn’t the same thing. While painful, the experience of lukewarm water on…

I suppose it was bound to happen. I showed up at work this morning, only to find out that I missed a schedule change; the Head Pharmacist taken me off the work schedule and given me the day off. I actually had yesterday and today free. This completely bums me out, because glass-working camp was…

Well, the Aspirus movement seems to be growing slowly but surely. I continue to get daily hits from search engines that have been instructed to seek out “aspirus” on the net, but now I note I am not the only Dear Diary journal to come up on these searches. I also note with interest that…

I’m still taking the bead class, and still liking it. I’ve purchased the bare necessities to start practicing at home, and I’ve signed up for the second installment. I’ve gotten better at it, and while I don’t pretend to possess any true talent, I think I have some good ideas. This last lesson we played…

See Yetzirah’s entry of today, You look old to me for part one. AARP invited me to join today. The invitation came in the mail, along with assorted flyers for sales on yogurt and peanut butter and an announcement to a convention that I will not be attending. I’m only ~. I don’t think you…

When I went to bed at two this morning, it was snowing. When I got up this morning, it was still snowing. The results of ten additional hours of snowfall were obvious. The Socialist spent two hours last night after I retired starting the dig-out process. I’m sure it made a difference, but the wind…