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
Author: CrazyKat1963
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
Dreaming of sleep
Pretty spring flowers sent to me by a friend who stayed at the beach house and used up all the propane by leaving the fireplaces on all day. She felt SO BAD, lol! Well, we're fully vaccinated and the second shot was a bit of a doozy for me. I'm pretty achy and exhausted, so … Continue reading Dreaming of sleep
Be kind
One of my all time favorite photos of my baby, The Peacemaker (Sammy). It just happens to be with the mother-in-law. Quite a pair! Today is my mother-in-law’s 81st birthday. This would be the woman who birthed and raised my incredibly dysfunctional husband. I met her 36 1/2 years ago. She was 44 years old, … Continue reading Be kind
I won’t ask you
Frida Kahlo
Seven years
Good Night Moon, 12/31/20 Today marks the 7th anniversary of the phone call. This day holds no specific or magnified trauma for me anymore. I don’t count backwards or forwards from January 11th anymore. I’m not sure how to define healing really. It’s true the path is not linear or smooth. Since the trauma symptoms … Continue reading Seven years
