Hwy 101 We headed south from Gold Beach on a beautiful Tuesday morning in May. All went very smoothly for about an hour. We were just south of Crescent City, California when we came upon a flagger with a stop sign. The motor home in front of us started turning around right there on Highway … Continue reading Birthday Road Trip: Elk, California
Wendy’s not dead
Being at our beach house has reminded me that when I was here at the end of August, I ended up speaking with Wendy (Over Wendy’s dead body) for quite a while. She’s definitely not dead. She is, however, a bit devastated by the fact that she put up with crazy Ken (her husband of … Continue reading Wendy’s not dead
Birthday Road Trip: Gold Beach
Where has the time gone? It’s mid-October already? Crazy!!! I started the below post end of August, what??? I write about “detoxing” after my sister’s rehab. Well, apparently I didn’t detox nearly enough because I suffered for weeks with something I couldn’t define, sores on my back and my head, and a horrid ear infection … Continue reading Birthday Road Trip: Gold Beach
You should ask for your money back
Where are the balkans? We finally did our DNA home kit swab tests and sent them in. We purchased the tests years ago at the same time we purchased them as gifts for my mom and step dad. My father and step mother have since done theirs as well. Honestly, I’m a little surprised by … Continue reading You should ask for your money back
Spring in the time of covid
This post is long overdue. It was in the queue, but I had been too lazy to go through all the photos to make a proper post. However, with the latest family crisis, I decided to look back on a fond memory. One I had intended to share, but never did. In February, The Pragmatist … Continue reading Spring in the time of covid
Tired of pretending, Part Four
I spent all day Tuesday (7/20) running around picking up things for my sister who was still safely at the crisis center here in Portland at that point. Again, I didn’t want her spending the night out of a secure facility. I arrived at the crisis center Wednesday morning at about 10:30am. By 11:30am my … Continue reading Tired of pretending, Part Four
Tired of pretending: Part Three
Even though the internist who prescribed my sister all those meds appears to be a negligent idiot, she did have one good piece of advice for me. She told me to call and speak with my sister's social worker at the crisis center. Never having done this before, I didn't know my sister had a … Continue reading Tired of pretending: Part Three
Tired of pretending: Part Two
On the Saturday night that my sister was in the emergency room being stabilized, Blue Eyes, The Peacemaker and I went to her apartment and gathered all the prescription medication we could find. We went through everything in the apartment: drawers, pockets, cupboards, her hope chest, desks, tv cabinets. We looked inside boxes and handbags, … Continue reading Tired of pretending: Part Two
Tired of pretending: Part One
Thursday, July 22, 2021 (when I started this entry): It’s been one of those weeks. The past 30 hours feels like 30 days… Per usual, I have thought a lot about writing blog entries over the past couple months. I’ve even started a few. But they sit in the queue, unfinished. I’ve written before about … Continue reading Tired of pretending: Part One
Over Wendy’s dead body
We’re at our beach house for the month and I’m having some unfortunate health issues. I’m sorta down and out for the count. Trying to rest up and will call the doc on Monday, so, here I am… blogging takes very little physical energy. It’s raspberry month in our Portland garden! Blue Eyes was in … Continue reading Over Wendy’s dead body
try not to cry on my rainbow 