Submitted by Lynn on Thu, 04/08/2021 - 10:56
I keep meaning to post an update here on how we're doing, for the three people who might read this. It's been a year--not half as long as I feared. John and I are double-vaccinated, considered fully vaccinated on April 21st; the kids will be vaccinated some time after the 19th.
Submitted by Lynn on Sat, 12/05/2020 - 09:58
This is a photo of me, taken the morning of December 5, 2014 in the bedroom of our temporary house. It's the last in a series of self-portraits I took every morning to document my life since a fire took our home three weeks before, and it's the last photo I have of my first 53 years.
Submitted by Lynn on Wed, 05/27/2020 - 10:11
Hey dog what up
i said hey dog what up
dog you got ears what up
OH HELLO KITTY I AM BUSY WATCHING MY BOSS
...ok well imma lay down next to you perhaps you will like to pet my butt
NOT NOW KITTY I AM STILL BUSY WATCHING THE BOSS SHE IS EATING SOMETHING
...so you not interested in petting my butt
GO AWAY
Submitted by Lynn on Fri, 03/20/2020 - 11:08
I'm sitting here at home, waiting for the all-clear from the novel coronavirus incursion, almost sheltering-in-place but not quite; the mayor and the governor haven't made that call yet. I don't know what's going to happen. If ever I wondered what it felt like when the Great Depression hit, I know now, because we are shearing suddenly down that path.
Submitted by Lynn on Mon, 12/09/2019 - 10:28
Friday was the fifth anniversary of the stroke that nearly killed me. I didn’t forget the day, I just ran out of time to write down my thoughts. I am wearing, for a couple of hours a day, a temporary prism on my right eye, an occlusion on my left, and no eye patch; they’ve set me back to where I was three years ago. I’m also using a keyboard, which used to be a part of my body and which hasn’t been touched in some months. Forgive me if I’m even more fragmented than usual.
Submitted by Lynn on Wed, 03/13/2019 - 14:28
Here is how it probably went between Stewart Dog, an extremely friendly little guy, and Blackberry Kitty, our very aloof cat:
HI MY NAME IS STEWART I AM A DOG I AM A GOOD DOG HELLO KITTY YOU MUST BE THE ONE THE BOSS CALLS BLACKBERRY OH HELP OH YOU HIT ME HOW COME OH HELP I WILL STAND WAY WAY OVER HERE OH DEAR
dont come anywhere near me unless i say its ok and im not saying anything in fact im pissed as hell wtf
I AM NOT LOOKING AT YOU I AM LOOKING OVER HERE INSTEAD OH DEAR
you damn straight youre not looking at me you damn dog
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Submitted by Lynn on Fri, 05/25/2018 - 12:18
I've had difficulty walking since the stroke, unsurprisingly. (My gods, I'm happy to be walking at all.) When I walk, I walk lower to the ground on my right; it gives me a sort of rolling gait. It's bothered me for some time, but its cause seemed to be inherent to the stroke.
I was walking back from the credit union this morning when I made a realization: it's not that my leg is shorter, my hip is lower.
Submitted by Lynn on Mon, 05/07/2018 - 18:12
It's been three and a half years since the stroke. In that time, I have gone from lying prone unable even to pee by myself, to a wheelchair, to dragging myself along with a walker, to a four-pronged cane, finally to a single cane.
Submitted by Lynn on Thu, 12/21/2017 - 13:16
HI MY NAME IS OLAF I AM A DOG I WANT TO SIT ON THE LAP OF MY BOSS HOW DO I DO THAT
HI MY NAME IS STEWART I AM A DOG I AM A GOOD DOG I SIT ON THE LAP OF MY BOSS ALL THE TIME I DO NOT SIT ANYWHERE ELSE I GUESS WHERE DO YOU SIT I CANNOT IMAGINE SITTING ANYWHERE ELSE BUT THEN THE BOSS SAYS I DO NOT HAVE A GOOD IMAGINATION I DO NOT KNOW WHAT AN IMAGINATION IS OH WELL ANYWAY
Submitted by Lynn on Mon, 11/27/2017 - 18:47
I originally published this with my friend's identity clear. I had to substitute the name when a family member changed their mind and asked me to remove it. I stand by what I wrote, though. It is honestly how I felt about my friend. I miss her so very much.
One of my oldest and dearest friends died in October. I just found out from her dad, who found traces of me in her things.
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