Wednesday, 29 April 2020

7 years of blogging

I had my 7-year blogiversary on March 17, but since it was around that time that the plague broke out and upended all of ours lives, I haven't found the mental space until tonight to finally acknowledge this milestone.
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Saturday, 25 April 2020

Is shit getting real?

"What are you up to today?" he asked me at breakfast.
"Oh, you know, the usual: do some laundry, go for a hike with Lily, bake a cake, do some writing ...
lookforatherapist." I said the last bit fast without looking at him. Instead I fiercely focused on my clenching and unclenching fists. My right leg was moving rapidly, betraying my nervousness.
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Wednesday, 22 April 2020

Isn't life just kick-you-in-the-crotch, spit-on-your-neck fantastic


There are moments - days, even - where I can see good things about our current situation. Our poor, battered planet is getting a much-needed break. Clear skies, cleaner water, deer and penguins in the streets of big cities, and even jellyfish in the canals of Venice? How awesome is that?!
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Friday, 10 April 2020

Getting off the treadmill

I've hiked up the mountain trail by our house every day for the last 4 days, and let me tell you - I feel reborn. Since my breathing problems started 2 years ago I gradually cut back on any activity that would aggravate it (which is mostly strenuous exercise like uphill hiking), with the result that I hadn't been up that beloved trail in over a year. I thought about it often, but was too afraid to attempt it, worried that it would be too hard.

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Wednesday, 8 April 2020

April is a doozy

Last night I was woken up by a weird noise. It sounded like banging, and when I opened my eyes I could see a strange flashing coming from the living room. "What is he doing now," I mumbled to myself, referring to my husband who had fallen asleep on the couch in front of the TV and had apparently lost his mind. "Is he pounding meat?" I wondered in my sleep-addled state, but was too tired to investigate. I was about to turn over and go back to sleep when Richard yelled: "The computer cable is shooting sparks!"

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