Last day of the November… 30 posts. (well, honestly only 29 posts, I took a mulligan just once.) I did post somewhere every day. If it was’t here, it was on Facebook or instagram. That seems to be what has happened to many bloggers. They have set aside their websites and turned most of their … Continue reading Last day of November
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One person’s story
Today was the day I said my fancy words during physical therapy. I said it under by breath, only said one word, but it needed to be said because that shit hurt. My self-censure was in deference to the nice older gentleman on the table beside me. He is recovering from a repeat hip replacement. … Continue reading One person’s story
I jinxed it
Got the surgical staples removed from my knee today, I was disappointed that I still have to use a walker. Doc wants me to have a little more range of motion before transitioning to a cane. The good news though, is that I can move back to my own bed now. Without the staples, sleeping … Continue reading I jinxed it
Sample ballot
Early voting in Florida’s general election (we're deciding on a new governor, one senator, one representative and various and sundry amendments to the state constitution) is open until Nov. 3. Even though I’m hobbled with this wonky, but healing knee, the Mister is toting me to our local precinct this week to vote ahead of … Continue reading Sample ballot
Not in our stars
Polaris glimmers overhead It casts its light across our path We expect obstacles, perilous travels Our fate decided before our birth We are powerless to alter our course Or so we believe Our heartbeat skips, we quell our fears A foot off our mapped-out passage Deeper through the forest We trudge forward, resolve wavers Doubt says … Continue reading Not in our stars
Cherry lipstick
She always wore cherry lipstick. A fixture at the Blue Orchid’s karaoke night, Val always sang the same three songs, screeching classical garbage off-key at a volume that made a mic redundant. She'd clutch the microphone in her hands, white knuckled, and plant her lips on the mesh windscreen, leaving behind red smears of greasy wax embedded … Continue reading Cherry lipstick
Therapy
I get more done before 7 a.m., before everyone else wakes up, than they get done all day. I don’t demand anything. I don’t nag about broken promises, I just fix it. You’d think that having clean clothes, hot meals, bills paid, all those nice things, they’d have a ‘thank you,’ for me every once in a … Continue reading Therapy
