August 20th. Feeling dull today. THE day. Four years on. Saw it coming. Should be purposeful in some deliberate direction. Should be laying my Ebenezer here or there, or going back to visit one. No real inclination. Knackered. For nervous earlier weeks and frantic days, I’d ridden the joyful rising emotional currents of Allie’s muchContinue reading “Four Years On”
Category Archives: Gettin’ By (Lifestyle Changes, Greater Independence)
Stink Eye
Most days, after undergoing a very involved morning routine that begins at 7:30 AM and ends at about 9 AM, whose details will remain undescribed, I roll into my executive handicapped bathroom to brush my hair, shave with my Norelco electric razor, and brush my teeth. Having acclimated to the calibrated use of Coumadin toContinue reading “Stink Eye”
Mind the Gap, Pops
He sat compactly folded in his wheelchair on the Greenbelt Metro platform — his joints rigidly articulated at knee and hip. Though seated, it was clear, were he a literal, fully-unfolded pedestrian, he would stand six feet plus. It had threatened rain earlier but was still just dry and overcast. “So far, so good,” heContinue reading “Mind the Gap, Pops”
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