Wellbeing

My mastery of the obvious wanes

Common sense struck fourteen hours too late today. You should know this already, but if not, take this opportunity to learn from others’ mistakes. How did I become an other? Oh woe is me! Am I the mother of all others? If there’s any chance a doctor’s appointment may cause worry, for God’s sake people, take the morning appointment! How it fits into your work schedule should be WAY down on…
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Wellbeing

Ready or not

I was mentally prepared for my doctor’s appointment on Friday. By prepared I mean it was sufficiently far off in the future I hadn’t thought about it. His office called me this afternoon, asking if they could bump it up to tomorrow. No, I’m not ready. “Yeah, that’ll be fine. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.” Ugh. So tomorrow it is. Another date with my oncologist. There’s no reason…
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Going for Broke

The first showing?

I elected to stay home from work today, but I find myself around the corner at a coffee shop. It’s nine-thirty a.m., do you know where you realtor is? Actually, mine’s off the hook this morning – someone else was supposed to be showing the house. But I’m sitting here, monitoring my email, waiting for that message that’s supposed to come when someone has activated the lock box at the…
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Beth

‘Twas the night before today

The house is getting its first showing this morning, and I feel like a thirty-nine year old man going out on his first date. We got an email from our realtor yesterday evening saying he’d received a query from another realtor, asking to show the house this morning at 9 a.m. No problem, right? A nibble from someone this soon, in this market, is something. Oh, did I mention it’s the middle of…
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Kitchen Sink

A sighting of the silver lining

Last week I did a light workout. I’m not a newcomer when it comes to working out, so I’m pretty in tune with my body’s limits. When I’m starting up after a long period of sloth, I take those already low limits and move the decimal point over one place to the left. At this point we’re basically talking five pound hand weights or the bar. Did I mention I start out really slow? Last Tuesday…
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Going for Broke

For sale, but for how long?

It’s another surprisingly dry, cool day in west-central Florida. I’m sitting out on the front porch admiring the newly installed lock box on our front door. Now any properly equipped realtor can get into our house. Cool or creepy? An electronic key activates the box, which drops the keys out of the bottom and fires off an email alerting us someone has shown the house. I think it’s pretty…
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Beth

Looking up

Everyone knows life has its ups and downs. Well, except for some folks who aren’t right somehow. Perpetual happiness isn’t normal. I think it’s a little creepy. But look at me, talking about right minds. Aren’t I just adorable? I’ve been down. Hell, I’ve been riding the trench so long I can barely remember what the plateau looks like. Does the grass grow lush and green up there? Maybe…
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Beth

Interpreting Beth

Many of you know Beth has high functioning autism. Some of you know Beth. A few of you are familiar with Beth’s low tolerance for discomfort of any kind, and the hypochondria that accompanies it.More than once we’ve played the town’s folk as Beth cried wolf, only to find later the wolf was real – and caught up to her. When she was a newborn/toddler her way too frequent complaints turned…
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Going for Broke

For Sale

You’ve heard a picture is worth a thousand words, but have you ever considered words can have infinite meaning? It’s the beauty of language; this thing our gray matter dreamed up to communicate. It’s so complex it’s a wonder we can keep it straight, and it explains why so many of us have trouble capturing its intricacies in print. Just the words “for sale” can mean several things to…
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Kitchen Sink

Nostalgia

A long time ago, in a place far, far away… I was a small child growing up in our first house. I knew what I liked and I knew where to find it. A kitchen chair was all I needed to make it to the next step: the kitchen counter. From there I could stand up and reach the top cabinets. That’s where the Pepto-Bismol was hiding. With my favorite cup in hand, I poured myself a generous serving of the…
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