Slinky Theory

I spent a couple summers in the late 1960’s working “construction crew” at a summer camp in the Appalachians (most of the time I cooked and baked….). The camp was one which espoused meditation, cooperative living, and, though it was not yet a “thing,” could have been called New Age. Many of us kept in touch through the years, and in 1999, we had a reunion of sorts. You could call it our hippie reunion. Continue reading

Henny Penny Says…..

Henny Penny had been around the office for years, first appearing in one of my exam rooms as a practical joke. The rubber chicken was set up in stirrups for a pap smear on a particularly stressful and busy day as a joke perpetrated by my nursing staff. She then hung by her feet in the lounge for years as a reminder of the fun. One night my phone rang at 3:30am, the alarm company Continue reading

I’M BACK!!!!

Old ladies and computers are dangerous. I made a (miniscule…..¬† ūüôĀ¬†¬†¬†¬† ) change to a snippet in The Hroost’s admin page…..and locked myself out. You all may know that this site was a birthday gift to me from my son, Steve. He did the artwork, the coding…the….everything. My grief at losing Steve is everlasting…my fear was that I had also lost access to his gift. I spent days working with GoDaddy, to whom I had Continue reading

You know my name…

“Peace, Dougster!” said Rick as he shook Doug’s hand at the peace today. “Dougster?” I queried.¬† “I pick up nicknames like that,”¬†Doug replied. “Could be worse,” I said. “I grew up being Smelly¬†Chele and Stinky Klinke.”¬† The names were cruel, but made worse by the fact that as a child I had recurrent urinary tract infections, and thus had frequent accidents…..Doug suggested I should blog about that. The choir members were having fun at my Continue reading

My God, why have you abandoned me….

In the dream I was driving a convertible down a winding mountain road. On my left, a gaping chasm cut between mountain peaks. As I rounded a curve, I lost control of the car and went through a barrier…over the cliff. In the car with me was my co-worker Elizabeth. I woke, knowing that two people died in that crash. In January of 2014, shortly after that dream, Elizabeth was newly pregnant, and I had Continue reading

Pete’s Feet – A Maundy Thursday Remembrance

petesfeet “We have to do something about Pete’s feet!”¬† Don called me at my office early on a Monday morning. Pete, somewhere in his seventies and mute due to multiple strokes, lived on the street, declining most interventions.¬† He had, however, been befriended by Don and his employees, who made sure Pete had warm clothes, and that he got lunch every day.¬† Over the weekend, they had noticed that Pete was obviously having discomfort while walking, Continue reading

Dirty feet

I received a gift during the Easter Vigil last year. The epistle reading was from Romans Chapter 6¬† verses 3 to 11. One of the verses said “we know that Christ being raised from the dead will never die again, death no longer has dominion over him.” For the 14 months prior to that Easter Vigil¬†I lived in a constant state of dread knowing that my son was going to die before me.¬† And on Continue reading

God of Growing Old

The choir sang a lovely song on Sunday, “God of Broken Hearts” by Zach Stachowski. It has an alto part which has a legato (slow) verse: “God…..of….broken…..dreams. Help in time of failure. Pick us up from trial and error…” It has been an earworm ever since….I wake in the middle of the night singing it. Yesterday was my Monday, and I checked my “stuff” as I got ready to leave the house: Notebook (brains). Check Continue reading

Epic Fail

My mother died the first time in 1969.¬† Having just received a steroid shot for a sore arm, she went into anaphylactic shock, and was rushed from the doctor’s office to the hospital by ambulance.¬† The ER crew worked¬† valiantly to save her.¬† She watched from the ceiling as they pounded on her chest, plied her lungs with oxygen and shot her full of adrenaline.¬† She noted a tunnel of light in a corner of Continue reading

Can anything good come from Nazareth?

Pastor Katlin made a poignant comparison today between our Gospel reading and the latest headlines.¬† Our reading came from the first chapter of John:¬†¬† Nathanael said to him, “Can anything good come out of Nazareth?” Philip said to him, “Come and see.” This week, it was widely reported that Donald Trump, during a meeting to work out immigration policies at which it was proposed to cut the immigration lottery in half, and have the remaining Continue reading

Saturday Shivers

I gotta stop having these panicked Saturdays! Last week I was at work when I (and the rest of Hawaii) received a phone alert that a ballistic missile was enroute, and impact was expected within 15 minutes. “This is NOT a DRILL” said the missive. My (and the rest of Hawaii’s) heart rate climbed precipitously and stayed there until the “oops, that was an error” retraction appeared. A couple of days ago I received an Continue reading

They can’t take that away

Scan0028 The¬†patient had¬†a¬†long list of medical problems, and¬†was having another semi-crisis. I was at¬†the bedside, guiding another urgent intervention.¬† The patient’s cognition had waxed and waned over the course of this stay, and earlier in the day¬† was clearly delusional. During the rapid-response, however, the patient suddenly became lucid and said “Stop. I’m done.¬† Jesus is calling me and it’s time for me to go home to God.”¬† The family concurred, and so we instituted comfort Continue reading