Deeper Beneath the Cone of Silence-

I have most of 4 days under my belt. The hours of continued silence have decreased from 168 to 58. It’s a true social experiment, particularly coming from a Speech Pathologist. I have told people I will either be a blabbering dolt talking completely unfiltered or I will be peaceful as shit. Jury is stillContinue reading “Deeper Beneath the Cone of Silence-“

Beneath the Cone of Silence

Yesterday I had this little thing done called a direct microlayngoscopy with micro flap excision… or vocal fold polyp removal. It results in 168 hours of no voicing…no talking, no outloud laughing, no coughing or throat clearing. Currently I am 20 hours in so only 148 remaining. A friend reminded me I shouldn’t count 8Continue reading “Beneath the Cone of Silence”

The Unanticipated Path

I was in high school when earth Day became a thing. A long long time ago in a gymnasium far far away, I recall watching a student play about the last flower on earth. Growing up rurally the love of nature was established early. Ten acres of idle apple trees, a large garden yielding plattersContinue reading “The Unanticipated Path”

Seems like forever

I have been mostly retired for the past couple of years. A couple speech-language clients here, a short term speech subbing job there. I start a new one tomorrow. Seriously, only have to work 8 1/2 days…. I am looking forward to it but I thought I should put together a post because yes, it’sContinue reading “Seems like forever”

The Winters of the Malamute & Introducing our Dat

As the shovels came out for the first real snow of the season, my mind slipped into North’s last winter. We knew his back legs were weakening but were struck that he needed us to blaze the trail through the foot+ snow. The old guy that use to bound through the snow was stuck. HeContinue reading “The Winters of the Malamute & Introducing our Dat”

Cricket Cat Camping

Most of my neighbors don’t know it, but my unknown vital task of finding nails on our dirt roads has saved them many trips to the tire store. I’d rarely walk North without finding a construction nail somewhere. Without North we do a quick lap around the block but not the long walks he required.Continue reading “Cricket Cat Camping”

He’s not totally gone yet.

3 months now since we lost North. Time is odd. Some things seem like yesterday, this seems much longer than 3 months. The sudden surging emotions have passed. We are settled into the day to day with our bird-brain-eating huntress cat (check the internet, it is actually a thing). Zoey knew it all along withoutContinue reading “He’s not totally gone yet.”

There is No Headhumping in Heaven…whaaat?

North was never an every dog’s dog. We moved passed trying to figure out ‘where we went wrong’. The big guy had some embarrassing and not delightful habits. Many dogs butt sniff but North found crotch sniffing women far more appealing. Age was not a criteria…40, 70 no matter. 😳 Probably most face palming wasContinue reading “There is No Headhumping in Heaven…whaaat?”