Grief is pissing me off. She's been totally ignoring me for the last few months. I think she's found someone else to hang out with, I don't know. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. I've been trying to get a hold of Her so we could sit down and touch base. I've wanted to check in with … Continue reading 8pm Meetings with Grief
coping with a sick spouse
Two days late, two dollars short and a new-ish direction
***Disclaimer***typing this on the treadmill; any spelling and or grammatical errors are to be blamed on that fact. August 11th was my mom's birthday. She turned 67. I think. I'd ask her, but I doubt she'd know. She'd likely not know her exact age(admittedly, I often forget mine as well since I gently fib about … Continue reading Two days late, two dollars short and a new-ish direction
I say hello…..
Hello, HOTTIES. It's been a while, I know. I have some legitimate excuses for that(see also: "fauxnado"that hit Southern NJ and left us without power for a while) and some less than legit excuses(see also: Newton's first law of motion--thanks, Dr. Appel). I have so much to do, so much time to do … Continue reading I say hello…..
Erasing Seamus
Seamus: Irish version of James. Meaning "supplanter". Supplanter: "one who takes the place of"--note: In common vernacular, it is also refers to one who uses an informal greeting to both indoor and outdoor plant life(….think about that for a minute……) I hated Seamus. Sure, there were times when he offered ridiculous, off-handed quips; he occasionally … Continue reading Erasing Seamus
Headed into a different type of overtime
I posted this a decade and 3 days ago. It was the last post I made while Jamey was still alive. I never did go into the details that led us to the day of the post. At this point, I don't know that I ever will. I hope to post a separate entry later, … Continue reading Headed into a different type of overtime
Headed Into Overtime 