Honestly, I have been spending too much time on facebook, and only recently have I started seriously reading again. I find it easier to spend time reading with actual books than with that kindle thing, and I am almost glad I lost it last week. I've gotten through two books since then. 

Work is okay. It is tiring being on my feet all day, but at least I am not just sitting around the house all day. It was nice, too, getting disability for the whole time I was out. I am getting to the…

Well, it's been a few months. I never have been good with journals or blogs. 

Still, I suppose I should make some sort of attempt at justifying my presence here, so I will write something, but the short version. In October, I got sick with a staph infection that necessitated the replacement of my mechanical aortic valve, among other things. I spent more than two months in a hospital far away from family and friends, one of them completely sedated. Now I am stuck at a…

Well, it's been a few months. I never have been good with journals or blogs. 

Still, I suppose I should make some sort of attempt at justifying my presence here, so I will write something, but the short version. In October, I got sick with a staph infection that necessitated the replacement of my mechanical aortic valve, among other things. I spent more than two months in a hospital far away from family and friends, one of them completely sedated. Now I am stuck at a…

Two of my sisters, including she of the Salt Lamp, went on a retreat to a convent in a resort town nearby. One of the two is a true believer - she once told me that she believed in revelation - and the other is Salt Lamp (Sally, for short.)

Returning from her retreat, Sally showed me some books she bought at the convent gift shop. (Yes, that is what I said.) She mentioned that some of them are books that she might use to give at christmas time, and she also mentioned that she was…

I am temporarily staying in the home of my sister and brother in law, and I don't suppose I really need to tell anyone that I am most unhappy about it.

There was a time in my life when the presence, at bedside, of this thing called a "salt lamp" would have elicited no more than a simple chuckle and maybe some gentle mockery. I can't say where she got the thing or how much money she wasted on it, but the fact that she left a copy of the marketing material there for me to read indicates…