‘Other than that, how was the play, Mrs. Lincoln?’

(Content Advisory: this describes the acute downturn, the final hour, and peaceful passing of our elderly kitty in my arms; ultimately, no euthanasia) [Monday 26 March 2018, taken from a personal journal entry] Had I begun this entry earlier in the day, I would have talked about how for every yang there is a yin … More ‘Other than that, how was the play, Mrs. Lincoln?’

Mid-November 2017 personal health status update 

You’re not imagining things; this is the first time in a while that I’ve written one of these.  I completely bypassed an end-of-October update.  Convenient for me, as there wasn’t really much to report.  😉 But there is now.  ❤ First things first.  Some of y’all know that my best friend’s mom (who was like … More Mid-November 2017 personal health status update 

Cats see ghosts

I don’t know why, but I feel like writing about ghosts again today.  (This will probably be the last post along these lines for a while!)  😉 This one is far more benevolent than the last one.  🙂 — I had met my partner’s grandfather, “Granddad”, in 2001, along the escape route from my northern … More Cats see ghosts

Always grieving <3

For the past few years, it seems like I have been in a low-level, almost stealthy state of grief. Sometimes it’s for loved ones, both the 2-legged and 4-legged varieties, who have passed on.  And there are plenty of those.  I’m always amazed when I hear that someone well into adulthood, usually in their 30s … More Always grieving ❤

(Belated) reflections on the year 2015: last year in review

Since Mercury is retrograde and all that, I’m playing catch-up, and I’m painfully aware that is there a lot of catch-up to play. This post is fashionably embarrassingly late, but hey–better late than never, and stuff. Last year was kind of a continuation of 2014, in some ways.  And in other ways, it wasn’t. I … More (Belated) reflections on the year 2015: last year in review

The other shoe falls

Death and I are reaching familiar terms.  (We have not, however, reached any kind of understanding.) Eventually, I’ll be at a social function and catch a glimpse of the black robed figure with a scythe, hanging out in the back corner, waiting. And I’ll totally walk up and blow his cover.  “Yo, Death, who’d you … More The other shoe falls