I love the phrase “shining my flashlight on the moon”. It mixes equal measures of futility and hope, and yet it’s the hope that wins out. Shining My Flashlight On The Moon © 1997 Christine Lavin Just a trace of gold in the leaves today there’s just a touch of grey in my hair the…
The paracentesis went fairly straightforward yesterday. We only got around 3.1 liters this time; I can thank the new diuretic from preventing me from packing on too much water. I saw the nutritionist, who wants me to start increasing protein intake again. *sigh* First it’s eat a lot of protein, then eat sparingly, now eat…
The weekend was amazing! As per usual, the forecasters messed up again, and instead of cool to cold overcast we got warm and sunny. This was fine by me. I could use quite a few more days like this. One thing I didn’t realize when we moved in here was that the property had been…
It’s 5:00. The moon is gibbous. I have no clue if its waxing or waning. The cats are scattered throughout the apartment, curled up in their respective favorite nooks. This means, of course, that the kitten is napping on the fresh laundry. There are dishes in the sink. I couldn’t be bothered. The alarm clock…
The check-up at Big City Hosptial wasn’t nearly as comprehensive as last year’s, thought there’s a few things they want me to follow up with on my own. They want a more recent MRI on my liver than last summer’s, and I’m supposed to round up a nutritionist for myself to talk to. There was…
I think I’m mostly recuperated from my big concert adventure now. I have to reiterate that a day of exhaustion was absolutely a price worth paying for seeing that show. I don’t think I’ll be purchasing any more concert tickets in the near future though. Worth it or not, I can only pay this price…
Dar Williams earned her ticket fees last night. I just wish I could say the same of her opening act. I’d have probably been happier if I hadn’t rushed to get to the concert after work, but instead waited until the group who opened had done their thing. The opening act was some group called…
Twelve hours later, and I’m still trying to shake off last night’s sleeping pill. It’s worth it though – I got my first full night’s sleep in what seems like a week last night. The morning is definitely running in slow motion right now though. Tonight is the much anticipated Dar Williams concert. Front and…
I do hope she does “After All” tonight, MRG. The Socialist would call it yet another example of the “depressive” music I seem drawn to, but I think it’s anything but that. After All – music and lyrics by Dar Williams Go ahead, push your luck Find out how much love the world can hold…
The weekend brought with it a modicum of reasurrance. The Socialist was attentive and solicitous, and I know he was trying to meet me far more than halfway on things. I’m still not sleeping, and this is not making me much fun to be around at the moment. I’d love to know why it is…