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Hello Friends! Gosh, it’s been a while + I hope this post finds you currently thriving. In case you do not immediately recall (given the passage of literal years haha), you are receiving this blog post, because you kindly elected … Continue reading
Over the course of this year, it seems like every time I begin to think about writing a new post, some new and ever more dreadful catastrophe occurs…. Throwing everything into a tilt-a-whirl of chaos, pain, and confusion — leaving … Continue reading
I am no stranger to fear and anxiety. In fact, we’re old friends. Some of my earliest memories are of exceedingly frightened moments, which in hindsight are held together in my psyche like a shadowy abacus — dark beads adding … Continue reading
This is a post about a simple pleasure.
Where I live, it feels like it’s been a bit of a long winter.
Usually I’m relatively fine with it, since given my ancestry (Irish, English, Scottish), I think I’m hard-wired to hibernate during long cold winters.
However, perhaps due to my hard-wiring or just my inert disposition (either way, I take responsibility for both), I can all too easily stay home for days at time without even realizing it.
After one snow storm, I didn’t clean off my car for nearly three days. If it hadn’t been for the snow, I wouldn’t have noticed that I was being such a yoga-panted hermit. Continue reading
Why scary?Hint: It has nothing to do with Halloween.I have been standing on the edge of a dizzyingly-high metaphorical diving board for about twenty-five years now. Not only have I not had the courage to leap off, I haven’t even … Continue reading
Last winter, right before Christmas, I was trying to soothe my frozen shoulder (another story) with an Epsom salt bath. When the tub drained in our second floor bathroom, the tub in the first floor bathroom filled with water.
“Must be the salts,” I thought.
We called the plumber who performed a thorough diagnostic. He had “bad news.”
Water was backing up into the house from our sewer line connecting us to the street — meaning our sewer line is collapsed. The water has no where to go, so it backs up into the lowest point in the house.
As far as I was concerned, the fact that it was only water backing up into the tub — and not sewage — was really pretty awesome.
Yes, we had a problem. Yes, it was going to be expensive to fix, but I was very grateful for what wasn’t happening … a veritable indoor shit storm at Christmas. Continue reading