Archive for the ‘My Life’ Category
Mom is back
I have my mom back, at least temporarily. The cycle repeats. She’s still doing poorly — very sore from falling — but at least she knows I’m on her side again.
It’s the disease talking
That’s what I have to tell myself. “It’s just the disease talking, that’s not Mom.” Last weekend I moved my mother into an assisted living facility. It’s something we’d talked about with her for the past couple of months as her cancer progressed. She didn’t want us to take care of her because she didn’t [...]
The outrage over downloading. . . from both sides
Boing Boing has a doozy, with The Hurt Locker producer angrily lashing out against someone who emailed him with a delicious boycott over righteous outrage over some lawsuits the producer’s company is filing against Bittorrent downloaders. I so much want to quote the entirety of the thing because it’s all relevant, but that ain’t right. [...]
Generating will and enthusiasm
I admit it: I’m having a tough time generating “care”. I know this is because of my mom doing poorly — even more poorly than expected, frankly — but I can’t help it. It’s hard to continue forward. I have an aching lump in my chest that makes everything else just that much harder. I [...]
My wife, queen of tact
My wife is a saint. I can safely say this. The lengths she’s gone to help my mother through chemo is astounding. I’m humbled at the depth of her love and compassion. Yesterday was a rough day for my mother. She couldn’t get on top of her nausea overnight and into the morning and got [...]
Why do I get comment spam?
I’ve recently been targeted by comment spammers. This is nothing new, frankly. I’ve bellyached about it for years. Luckily I rarely see it with Spam Karma in the house. Let’s put numbers to the beast: I’ve gotten 242,742 spam comments to date on this blog. You can do the math on that, I’m too lazy. [...]
A birthday and a horror show
Today is Julia’s 7th birthday. That’s fairly momentous and I admit I get a bit misty thinking of how far she’s come in those 7 years. But that’s beside the point. I decided I would go and “eat lunch” with her — actually I’d sit with her while she ate… bygones — at her school. [...]
The poignancy of One Fish, Two Fish
I find it almost painfully wonderful that my daughter has her reading light on in her bedroom, reading Dr. Seuss’ One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish before bed. She can read it. I remember at the beginning of first grade this year she despaired because she hated to read. It’s hard! She would [...]
