Three More Weeks

OK, so the orthopedist informs me that “people our age” take a little longer to heal, and rather than releasing me to work after six weeks, he wants to see me at the seven week point to reevaluate the break. So I go back for a re-check on April 26, and if I’m really lucky…

Skiing on Chopsticks

So Curmudgeon asks, “Was she skiing?” Not bloody likely. I regard ski poles the same way I regard crutches or chopsticks – unmanageable, and more likely to harm me than playing with matches while soaked in gasoline. I hurt myself at work with a good ol’ slip-and-fall. I spend the majority of time at work…

Walking on Chopsticks

There’s a fancy Japanese restaurant in a nearby town that I went to a few times back in the 80’s and maybe early nineties. It’s one of those places where they only set out chopsticks for the patrons. They don’t even have Western eating utensils available for guests. The food was ridiculously good, but I…

Stuck Headfirst in the Rabbit Hole (an entirely inelegant position)

I’m familiar with this feeling of unreality, which is oxymoronic if you bother to think about it. If you’re familiar with something, then it shouldn’t be unreal. Yet here I am, bisected by a Looking Glass that neither allows me full admittance to Wonderland nor releases me and lets me return to normalcy. (In this…

Random

Doing mindful meditation now. It helps. Would like to find a local class, but the only stuff around is mixed with new age crystals and aromatherapy. I’d prefer a purer approach. Mindful meditation, done correctly without the concomitant voodoo is my preference; I’m not so great wind chimes and organic incense. Morgen is now twice…

Morgenstern

This week Poindexter officially got a new home (after a two week trial). He was adopted by a young couple with no other cats. Knowing he found an appropriate placement was a huge relief. Two days ago I went to PetSmart just to look at the cats. I’ve been hoping to find a young adult…