It's the birthday of the great Tua!  His age is now Larry Bird's jersey number.  Lucky duck.

Overheard at the King Arthur Flour cafe at the Dartmouth library (where I am sitting out a day of high humidity, heat, and dangerous thunderstorms):

Undergrad with utter shock in her voice: "They don't even like gay people!  That is so fucked!"
   - The same ( Read more... )

Tua had another round of tests yesterday and then met with the nephrologist, and the new meds are working!  Which means they've at least temporarily halted the kidney decline, which means no need for an immediate kidney transplant (or even worse, dialysis!).  The doctor's 99% sure Tua will need at least one new kidney at some point (transplanted ( Read more... )

It is so much better to have the flu when Tua's home on staycation than it is when he's at work.  We get to chat, he brings me juice and Saltines, and just having him in the house removes the awful loneliness that often comes with being incapacitated.  I was totally out of it yesterday, but today I was on the mend, ate some crackers, watched 5 ( Read more... )

 In the last six months, I have finished my dissertation and thus put a cap on my nine years in seminary.  I have fruitlessly applied for jobs both within and outside of my field.  Some of those jobs were actually nixed, with no one hired at all, because of the economy and lack of returns on endowments or lack of tuition-paying students.  And with ( Read more... )

I was musing last night on my luck in having such a callipygian spouse, perhaps the most callipygian of all time.  Then I thought, Helen of Troy must have had a pretty nice rear.  Which thought led inevitably to the question, "Was this the butt that launched a thousand ships?"

Made myself giggle; what else is new?

I had a great, nay kick-ass, weekend.  On Saturday Tua and I wrote - I, a sermon and Tua, field notes for class.  Then in mid-afternoon we switched gears and did some garden work.  Tua got the fence halfway up, and I helped a bit, but mostly weeded.  In the evening we had a bonfire with Tua's dad and brothers, and toasted marshmallows and ate s' ( Read more... )

 Monday afternoon I called Tua at work and he asked me, with a tinge of concern in his voice, how I had slept.  "Great," I said - I'd slept until about 11.30, way later than normal - "only I feel like I was drugged!"  "You were," he replied.  I wanted to know more, but he said he should wait and tell me when he got home.

So, making dinner before the ( Read more... )

Last weekend Tua and I spent all our free time reading The Essential Dykes To Watch Out For. We only got up to the mid-90's, and it was fun to be back in a time before the dominance of amazon.com, sad to be back in a time when AIDS ravaged the gay population wihout many politicians giving a damn, and surreal to be back in a (different) time when a ( Read more... )

bruorton is better; we're going to have lunch in the cafeteria and then head home, where I wil do super-last-minute revisions to my paper so I can print it out before I leave early tomorrow morning. I'm calling in absent from my knitting class to spend the evening with Tua and just relax.

Thank you all for your thoughts, prayers, and e-hugs! :)

 Tua's at home reading a book he needs to review for class Monday.  A 6-page review, if you can believe that!  I'm an editor for book reviews, and 6 pages is super long.  Oh, well, maybe they do longer book reviews in anthropology circles.  Anyway, he's hoping to finish the book today and write the review tomorrow.  I hope we get some time together ( Read more... )