Hey Darling Ones, I should have written this appreciation post before today. Today I’m a sourpuss who is sick of everything I usually love. I’m restless and bored and cranky. At physical therapy Wednesday, the formerly grumpy guy who checks in patients and is now nice to me asked, “Any COVID symptoms or new travel?” They ask me this every time I go in. Every. Single. Time. It’s not quite so ridiculous now that I only go in once a…
Hi Darling Ones, I did my taxes last night. It was not pretty. To be fair, my taxes are never pretty. I’m a self-employed freelancer. This means I’m responsible for all of the taxes and social security and other things I probably should know. Every year my taxes are pretty hefty and while it hurts I always remind myself about the existence of public libraries and then I don’t feel so bad paying my taxes. I love the public library,…
Hello Darling Ones, How are you? You know if you ever want to say how you are you can leave a comment or email me or message/@ me on various platforms. Just giving you that option. As for me, I’m still down in the dumps. I didn’t get any LEGOs for Easter, BFK still dislikes me, and my tremor continues to be a dramatic son of a bitch. Kind. Yesterday my physical therapist made me do sit-to-stands in the pool….
Hi Darling Ones, The first of the month is known by two things around these parts. I consider it Filter Day and Los Gatitos consider it Friend Liberation Day. It’s Filter Day because it’s the day I change all the filters, and by that I mean two of them. The furnace’s air filter and the coffee maker’s charcoal filter that does something, I think. On certain months there are four filters to change, the one for the water in the…
Hi Darling Ones, Happy Easter Eve? Is that a thing? My knowledge of Christianity leaves much to be desired, and frankly Easter is confusing. Is Jesus still dead in a cave on Easter Eve? I don’t know. My Catholic Grandmas are so ashamed of me right now, from, heaven? They died years ago. I’m not so sure about heaven. And if I do, I hope the Gmas have better things to do than worry about my ignorance re: Jesus. What…
Hey Darling Ones, How goes it? I’ve been quiet lately. I’m sorry. Some of you get a little worried when I go dark for more than a week. Would you believe in the way olden days people would get freaked out if I went dark for a day or two? This was before social media or what we know as social media. This was when we used to update our blogs like Twitter. It was fun. Speaking of the way…
Hiya Darling Ones, It’s that time of the month where I quit bellyaching about my so-stroke-life and talk about the things I’ve been digging lately. Donors For real, everyone who threw some bucks at the GoFundMe are helping keep the lights on in this joint. I’m so thankful I don’t have the verbal capacity to put it into words. Things continue to be rough-going, and this helps immensely. Thank you! The 25th Annual Conference of Women Mentioned in Rock Lyrics…
Hi Darling Ones, I lost my shit this morning and now I have guilt. And I’m super weepy on top of that. Today’s not so great. My mornings have been starting later and later since the relapse. The time change doesn’t help. Neither does staying up past 1 a.m. most nights. I’m lucky if I’m downstairs making breakfast by noon. Today was no exception. Getting such a late start to my day makes me a little anxious. It makes me…
Dear Darling Ones, It’s been 366 days (thanks Leap Year) since my Cardio-Vascular Accident. That’s the medical jargon for having a stroke. 366 days since I woke up feeling wrong and terrified. 366 days since I called 911. 366 days since seven male first responders did not believe me. 366 days since I had to have a friend bring me to the hospital. 366 days since everything has changed. On this, my first Strokeaversary, I could talk about the avalanche…
Hello Darling Ones, I’m dictating this letter into my cellular device because it’s eye day and my garbage vision is extra garbagey. WARNING. There are going to be 77 layers of irony to this letter, but I’m gonna go ahead and say it anyway cause I it’s on my mind. This blog is nothing if not crap that’s on my mind. As I approach my strokeaversary on Wednesday I’m thinking about is how self-centered I’ve been this year. This is…
