The Hellish Handbasket

I had to get out of the Love Shack for a while today. Three reasons: The morning clouds dissipated around noon, good time to go out for a su...

As I shake the cat hair and fingernail clippings out of my keyboard, I reflect on the possibility that sometimes vertigo is just vertigo. It...

Last week my family came together to talk about Mom. Mom was there, in case you were wondering. It's not like the kids met in a secret c...

Our scrawny maternal parental unit is preparing to move into a retirement place. More on that another time. Earlier today I was sitting in a...

Today the maternal parental unit and I went on our fifth and likely final tour of our local retirement community options. I prepared myself ...

Maybe my throbbing right inner ear knew that I meant business when I made a doctor's appointment. Maybe my ear decided to cooperate, kno...

This just in: getting old sucks. Where do I start? Well, let's start with the reason I haven't blogged this week. I'm sailing ro...

I ran the paths in Mt Tabor Park yesterday. Well, let's be honest: I trotted. First, I trotted around the big reservoir on 60th Avenue (...

Events conspire to reinforce my belief that everything is going to hell in a stinky hand-basket. Planes. Mountains. Smithereens. Blown head ...

I should be editing right now, but my head hurts. When I start thinking I should do a find-and-replace to swap out every other word with shu...

I may have mentioned that I've been editing dissertations to earn money. Although I'm happy to be earning, I am fairly certain this ...

While I wait for my hemorrhoidal printhead to dry from a deeper cleaning than recommended by the manufacturer (a sitz bath in warm water), I...

I've had a problem with ants at the Love Shack since I moved here over ten years ago, but with these warmer winters, the little beggars ...

I just finished editing and uploading some hapless doctoral student's wretched massive tome. Now I have a few minutes before The Walking...

I realized last night as I tried to fall asleep after watching back-to-back episodes of The Walking Dead on the re-run channel, few things g...

The balmy temperature has invited relentless droves of ants to once again infiltrate my kitchen. My puny barricades of diatomaceous earth an...

Today the universe presented me with a chance to practice patience and gratitude. Because I spend so much time alone at home, I don't ge...

The fog burned off to reveal an unusually balmy January day, perfect for touring potential retirement communities. (Not for me, for my mothe...