I didn’t love much about this past week – my cat is sick, and she’s not being super agreeable about medication. It’s a worry. She’ll be thirteen this May, and I’ve had her since she was about six weeks old – a rescue from the feed mill I worked out. She’s got a urinary tract infection. She’s got antibiotics, and I’m administering them, but there’s … Continue reading Things I liked about the week that was – an off-the-cuff joint.
We’re our stuff, and our stuff is us, and our stuff is garbage, not in a metaphorical sense with regards to the quality of its execution or its greenwashing, but in the literal sense, in that most of our stuff is trash, or will end up there, not while we’re here, of course – in that case our stuff is valuable, all of it, the … Continue reading Stuff
The introduction The death of my mother has been the strangest experience of my life. I’m not experiencing it much yet – I remain fairly dissociated and depersonalized. Everything feels not quite real to me. Even though I know it is. Nothing is as I thought it would be. Once again, television has lied to us. We had the memorial service for my mother yesterday. … Continue reading Turning the page.
My mother died at the beginning of the year. Thank you to everyone who has expressed sympathies. I appreciate your support and kind words very much. Death in real life differs from death on television. On television, people collapse in inconsolable puddles. In real life, there’s much to do. And that’s before you get to the bureaucracy of estates. My mom’s memorial service is this … Continue reading Death and busywork – an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast. 