Remember when Syd asked if my sled-run down the icy hill was worth it, considering its effect on my tailbone? I’m sure you’re dying to know my final answer. I really want to say “yes” because it was mostly fun. However, at the moment, whenever the lower 3/4 of me moves—to sit down, get up, climb stairs, lift things or roll over in bed—the action elicits an involuntary yelp. Google informs me that it may […]
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Visions of Seasonal Things Dancing in Your Heads
My dreams lately haven’t been barrels of laughs, but it’s been a while since I had one of my usual night terrors—until a few nights ago. Boy, was it a whopper. Here are events that I suspect precipitated it: A week before, I’d learned I’d been exposed to Covid during one of my rare social visits outdoors. (Luckily I dodged that bullet, but man, were the ensuing days filled with waves of anxiety.) A week […]
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On reading the latest about Drumpf’s recent lawsuits claiming executive privilege in investigations of the January coup attempt, I started to wonder just how much he has spent over his life on lawyers. It boggles the mind to contemplate. Even compared to another person with too much wherewithal, it must be astronomical. Imagine all that dough going someplace necessary, rather than to cover the ass of that weasel. In my dreams… I was walking at […]
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My latest farmers’ market haul—potatoes, peaches, peanut sauce, pasta, and lots of things that didn’t begin with ‘p”—brought the weight of my backpack to 17.2 pounds, which is a lot when you’re walking half a mile and the pack is funky. I don’t know what on Earth possessed me to buy, at considerable expense, a pound of freshly made stinging nettle raviolis. I’m scared to eat them, having been wounded and traumatized by these same […]
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