Winter and the waxing Imbolc Moon Thursday gratefuls: Golden Solar. Finally. Solar power. Running the meter backward. Kate’s better day yesterday. Up until bedtime. Sleep. Exhaustion. Thoughtful gifts from Mary and Diane. Brother Mark. Alan. Tatiana. New West Physicians. Coffee. … Continue reading
Winter and the waxing Imbolc Moon Wednesday gratefuls: Kate’s two good days in a row. Rigel’s head shaking cured with a single treatment. PSA blood draw taken. Chuck roast. O2 concentrator finally in the mail. Kate’s new meds. Her wine. … Continue reading
Winter and the waxing Imbolc moon Monday gratefuls: MLK. BLM. SDS. ACO. KATE. Always. Trouble alarm for Kate. Tom and Evelyn. 2 days. Only 2 days. Trump becoming Mar-a-logged in man. The new broom. Sweeping clean. Throw out the trash. … Continue reading
Winter and the waxing Imbolc Moon Sunday gratefuls: Kate at home. Atrial Fibrillation. Meds. Nurses. Wheelchairs. Swedish Hospital. Kate’s refuge. Kep, Rigel. Family home and complete. 3 days. On the way to Mar-a-Lago. Safeway pickup. Mary’s calendar gift. Precious. Thanks. … Continue reading
Winter and the waxing crescent of the Imbolc Moon Saturday gratefuls: Kate. Her feeding tube. Tatiana, her cardiologist. Her stable lung disease. Sjogrens. Paul and his breathing help, for stress. The dishwasher. Working. Cottage Pie from Easy Entrees. Kate’s favorite … Continue reading
Winter and the young Imbolc Moon Friday gratefuls: Kate. Always, Kate. The Fall of the Trump, inspired and realized by American Visigoths and barbarians. Illness and frailty. Aging. Covid. 5 days. Impeachment. Again. Still. Always. The winds. A busy day … Continue reading
Winter and the young Imbolc Moon Thursday gratefuls: Swedish hospital. Interventional radiologists. Nurses. Kate. My Kate. Kep. Rigel, who is still asleep. Jon. Ruth. Gabe. Joe. Seoah. Ancient ones. Flowers. Cold. Night sky. Black Mountain, steady and tall. CBE, our … Continue reading
Winter and the Imbolc Moon Wednesday gratefuls: Swedish ER. Swedish hospital. Feeding tubes. Interventional radiologists. Pulmonologists. A long sleep last night. Exhaustion. That fuckhead. One week. Impeach him. Convict him. Imprison him. No mercy. Calm. Deep breathing. Kate’s back in … Continue reading
Winter and the Imbolc Moon Tuesday gratefuls: Easy Entrees. Pork Schnitzel. Peasant salad. Feeding tube. Jevity. Kate, always Kate. Our democracy. Our nation. 8 days. Impeaching. Prosecute. Sleep. Sleep. And, again. The tube slipped out again. When the … Continue reading
Winter and the waning sliver of the Moon of the New Year Is there time? Monday gratefuls: Swedish ER. New feeding tube. Putting the new feeding tube back in. Rigel whining. Sleep. Kep. Kate and her endurance. Jevity. Food. Water. … Continue reading