It’s the end of a month of mayhem and madness in the world. Wherever the drive takes us these days, the spring tree buds spread over the landscape, casting a wine-colored claret hue with a promise of flowering and rebirth. Instead, a world away, the skies in Ukraine are raining bombs from the Russian invasion…
Our dining table-turned workstation keeps our minds exercised while the body instrument heals. Most instances of the numerous medications and medical equipment are gone, replaced with a five-string electric violin, guitars, mixers, headphones,
They might be called the Basement Tapes, Hurricane Irene Surviving Tapes, but we will decidedly forevermore, call them the Permafrost Tapes.
It was always a source of surprise and joie de vivre from the cashier before I went off bringing the Sunday crossword puzzle to the ICU every week.
With another full, super moon shining over us, we slept in the same bed together after eleven weeks of Uncertainty, Hell Week, and finally Yuri, the Success Story, fresh out of rehab.
Between the Summer Solstice and the next full moon coming up on June 24, there are a few people who know what happens to me during this time. I move heavy furniture.
We’re in Phase Three of Yuri’s Voyage Back From the Netherworld, a new Lunar Phase. The Half Moon peeked out through the spindly pine tree branches last evening.
Yesterday I get a call from the new doctor assigned to Yuri asking me about his state of mind because he seems despondent this morning and unable to communicate.
I believe Yuri was born under these lucky stars because after the last couple of days (weeks) of uncertainty and complications, he has come through what seemed impossible.