July 2018 Archives

The Funeral

I found one of my chickens dead this morning. She lay on the floor of the coop….and one of the older chickens was standing next to her. The watcher did not move when I entered the coop. She didn’t move when I picked up the carcass and placed it in a bag to take out to bury. As soon as I closed the bag, the other chicken walked out the door and down the ramp Continue reading

Physician……

….heal thyself. I’ve often used that phrase in jest, but this time…..I meant it. For two months I’ve woken with neck pain, which then persists throughout the day.  There isn’t an associated headache. There is no arm weakness. There is no numbness or tingling (which would alert me to possible spinal cord compression from…..something bad. Just….a pain in the neck. I would hang my head over the edge of the bed to force traction. DH Continue reading

Melancholy

My son died. It is a simple statement: My son died. But the gut-wrenching heart-torn-out-of-my-chest- constant throbbing pain is not evident in that simple statement. Today I saw an image of a sculpture by Albert Gyorgy, a Romanian artist. His piece, “Melancholy” comes close to depicting the pain of the loss of one’s child. Close.  

Snorkeling Stress Test…..

stresstest At Richardson’s Beach today, I approached this clump of coral.  I started when a 15′ long….thing seemed to raise its head, then lower it again.  I was very relieved to realize the “thing” was a log, being moved by the current…   My heartrate is now back to normal, and I apparently survived my stress test….

Womp, womp

getoffmylawn I am a registered independent.  Though an independent, I confess that I lean left… My son voted for Donald Trump. I remember the shock I felt when he told me he had been listening to Trump’s speeches, and was “impressed with what he had to say….” I was shocked because we worked hard to instill a sense of fairness, of non-discrimination, of respect for anyone irrespective of color, gender, sexual orientation, background or religion: all Continue reading