Isn’t something better than nothing?

Drop by drop is the water bucket filled. (wise author at bottom) Walk with me to my way-back machine….While in my 20s at a wedding, I was talking with a passionate new dentist. I was not much of a flosser in those days… a couple days a week. His words? Don’t even bother, I wasn’tContinue reading “Isn’t something better than nothing?”

We didn’t get here overnight…

How in the heck did we get to this plastic wasteland? Were we hoodwinked by marketeers? Are we zombies going through our day? Did it start out good and go bad? Was it a perfect storm? Like so many things, it started out with a benefit and went south later. In 1862 when Parksine, theContinue reading “We didn’t get here overnight…”

Never as easy as it sounds….

Two days in to July. Easy so far, given we haven’t done a.single.thing….However, as we emerge into the world, to the grocery, restaurants, it will get harder. Remember I mentioned my niece who does day 28, well turns out she also does day 17 except when traveling. As we shared space for a few days,Continue reading “Never as easy as it sounds….”

When we were so proud….

Remember when we were all buying plastic bottles that were PBA free? We felt we were helping our bodies, helping the environment. We were proud. Alas it was short lived. As is needed, the environmental ante has been upped. Poor turtles with a straw in their nose got our attention, as did all the seaContinue reading “When we were so proud….”

Raising Parents

I remember the first time I felt I had slipped into an alternate universe. A universe in which my siblings and I were parents and my dad was the child. Not because my dad had lost his faculties; he had every last one of them. Rather we found ourselves questioning the wisdom and safety ofContinue reading “Raising Parents”

It could be yesterday…

June 4th… one year of acclimating after North shifted to another realm. Our neighbors hear him howl, still. Zoey, our 14 year old dat (not a typo), was born in June but we have no specific date. Henceforth, her birthday is June 4th. She continues to do her best being our watch cat. We realizedContinue reading “It could be yesterday…”

Emerging from the Cone of Silence-finale

The alarm sounding at the end of 168 hours was glorious! But hey, at least this hourly countdown was not as horrific as James Franco’s cutting his hand off in 127 Hours. Hmmm…what other number based connections can I make….OH, it was not as titillating as 9 1/2 weeks, much more interesting than 21 Grams.Continue reading “Emerging from the Cone of Silence-finale”

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”