On Friday, December 22nd, I fell. My son, John, is a personal trainer and he had just finished putting me through a workout. Afterwards, I asked him to help me take all of Samantha's stuff that was still cluttering up my first floor around to her apartment. She said she wanted everything but made no motion to come get it. I was tired of nagging. We ( Read more... )

Today I braved the Arctic wastes and lived to tell about it. Or, put another way, I paid bills yesterday and had to get to a mail box to post three that I couldn't/didn't want to pay electronically. As long as I was out, I dropped off a pair of Sam's workout pants at the dry cleaners to be mended, spent an hour at my local Starbuck's reading and ( Read more... )

Oy. The last time I posted was 25 July, almost a month ago. I've missed you all...I have, I have!...but the worst of it, from my point of view, is that I'm having a hard time recalling accurately what the hell I did during that month and the sequence of events. My LJ is a vital extension of my memory. Fortunately, I snapped some snaps along the way ( Read more... )

I spent last night in the luxurious accommodations provided by Pennsylvania Hospital. My February cold's last gasp was a case of labyrinthitis, a fall, and a big gash on my skull (seven stitches). John and Samantha took me to the Emergency Room where they kept me over night just to be sure the behavior they were seeing was not the result of a bang ( Read more... )