Right you are, WA. To be honest, I didn’t recognize the comment as a troll’s till you put me onto it. I just thought it was some stupid kid who was used to soaking off of Mom and Dad and didn’t have a clue as to the realities of adult life and the honor in…
I haven’t had anything to eat today. Worked through lunch. I’ve only had two glasses of cheap chardonay, but it’s really gone to my head. I haven’t really drunk anything for I don’t know how long. My liver has no idea what hit it. Feels good. Cats know something’s up. Little Grey Shit was on…
Downsized. My job has been “consolidated”. Nine weeks severance with COBRA, plus my accrued vacation time (nearly two more weeks, I think). Emphasis that this is a result of market conditions, not anything I’ve done wrong. Yeah. Right. Several others had been “disappeared” over the past two days. Should have seen it coming. My name…
LGS in her onesie (to keep her from pulling out her stitches) one day post-exploratory surgery I drove cross country with Dr. Nineteen Cats in mid-July to attend the AVMA convention in Seattle. Dr. Nineteen Cats is now, sadly, Dr. Six-or-Seven Cats (I’ve rather lost count at this point). She and her partner rescued many…
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When I was a kid, my familyâs house was on two acres of wooded land. There was a creek that divided the land into roughly equal acres. The creek had cut a deep cleft into the land over the millennia, and so I had a deep wooded valley almost directly behind my house to play…
Itâs an interesting perspective, watching emotional collapse from the inside out. Even knowing whatâs happening doesnât affect what is apparently the inevitable decay of trust and self-control and ability to critically analyze a situation. There are days I feel frozen, my arms and legs literally too heavy to move. That same thick gravity freezes my…
It seems like I end up reinventing myself in prime years. I think, at the start of life, everyone does that. Age thirteen is the start of that gray zone where you begin in earnest to move from childhood towards adulthood. You hit nineteen and find yourself embarking on the first truly official adult years….
– Amos Bronson Alcott I stumble through the progression of days as if the impediments I encounter are always new, as if the furniture that occupies the rooms of my life has always been rearranged over-night and the lights are always off. The furniture has not been rearranged. The lights are usually on. The impediments…