Friday, March 22, 2019

Sky: How's It Goin'?

“Hey, Sky. How’s it goin’?"

“You want the long, medium, or short answer? Long and Medium: you get the latest hallucination reports. Short: requires no listening skills, and minimal time commitment.”

“Hey, I got time. Lay it on me, man!! Oh, wait, unless it’s gonna get disturbing. What do you think?"

Friday, March 1, 2019

Sky and Jane: The Incident


Well, it finally happened..a surprise, intense visit from Dr. Dementor, himself… Yes, the Dementor-in-Chief paid me a personal visit just so I don’t forget who who is in charge.

I shouldn’t have been surprised, I suppose, the stage was all set for some chaos…

…. I was tired, at the end of an exhausting day…

…. maybe even running a fever….

…. I was far from home. Over a thousand miles, doing volunteer work at the Texas/ Mexico border….

I was scared.

Sunday, February 3, 2019

Jane: Being in Charge

The washing machine has been making a funny noise. It’s working fine, but when the water pumps out it sounds like an airplane taking off. That’s not how it usually sounds. I look around the machine when the noise escalates. I can’t see anything wrong. The water leaves, the cycle continues, the laundry comes out clean and spun. I ignore it.

Then I can’t any longer. I look in the manual, consult the troubleshooting page. No weird sounds listed. I call the company, talk to the very nice woman who answers the phone, and describe the problem. She very efficiently tells me how to make a further diagnosis — remove the front panel, check for loose belts, observe the inner workings when the noise happens, and call her back with more info.

I don’t do it.

Truth be told, I don’t want to do it. 

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Sky: Learn, Teach, Let Go


How did I learn to build things?

That’s almost as perplexing as my current recurring question as to how am I forgetting so much so fast about how to build things?

So much to learn, so many skilled people to learn from.

Thursday, December 27, 2018

Sky: Holiday 2018

Well, holiday time has rolled around again. One of my personal favorite times of year, celebrating the end of the darkest days and the return of light, if not warmth.

The other day, I took part in a singing ritual… a yearly gathering of friends, old and new, singing our gratitude for the turning of the seasons.

I wondered how things would be different this year. Time passes quickly for me now. This year my friends and I will “celebrate“ my entering the third year of my terminal diagnosis. How will my friends react? How will I react?