Two miles, even with jaundice and highest PSA ever

Like Prufrock, I measure out my life with spoons. This morning I wondered if I had enough spoons to walk Sir Gibbie two miles and have any spoons left for the rest of the weekend. I also wondered if I could still walk two miles, something I haven’t done in weeks, since before my liver enzymes blew up at the end of May. Could I, one who for the past two weeks has mainly imitated a patient etherized upon a table, walk two miles through my yellow fog of fatigue? Continue reading “Two miles, even with jaundice and highest PSA ever”

Wee hours poem

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This is the second time I’ve spontaneously written a poem when I’ve woken up in the middle of the night. I wrote it on my cell phone. And then tried to go back to sleep, unsuccessfully. I just noticed that my repeated word in this poem, “another,” I also used in the title of a post I wrote a week ago. Not sure what’s up with that. In other news, I walked 2.67 miles this morning with Liz and Gibbie.

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The Beach

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Opa, Awaiting Conversation

Today we enjoy our last full day at Holden Beach. For as long as I’ve known them, my in-laws have been going to Holden Beach in North Carolina every couple of years. It’s a practice begun when Liz was a child. I and our family first went in 1987. After that we lived in Colorado and rarely if ever went. In recent years we’ve gone quite regularly. Now I wouldn’t miss it. It’s a practice that grows on you like an incoming tide. Objections like sandcastles are overwhelmed and disappear. Continue reading “The Beach”