kvetching up

Entry 1   9:25 a.m. Yesterday, Abby and I spent the afternoon together again. This is good because, for the second day in a row, we were out. We went to Old Burien, a place that I have regrettably neglected. Abby said it reminded her of a downtown on a small island. She is thinking Vashon, I would wager, where she has spent some time. We shopped for Advent and Christmas gifts for her mother and Leiney. Most everything was closed. It was Sunday. Even so, we did hit two great shops in the 1/3 mile stretch, a bookstore and some gift shop which I was skeptical about, but am happy to say helped us almost complete my Advent shopping.  Abby was hilarious the whole time, and actually laughed at a terrible pun I made. She never, and really it's understandable, laughs at my puns. But she had a  deep genuine laugh. So, when I can make the teenager laugh, I feel successful.  Typical teenager that Abby is, she was not dressed for the cold. As she has done since she was about...

Hell - Hieronymus Bosch   Weekend Jam I fell again this morning--thanks inner ear crystals! In the beautiful series of events that comprise my life, I had terrible abdominal cramps last night that led me to going downstairs and laying across an ottoman just after 9, trying to find relief.  My torso covered the ottoman, my head bent down over its front, my knees bent on the floor at the other end.  Its a fucking freezer down there.  Nevertheless, I fell asleep while reading about CA 19-9, maintaining that awkward position for two hours.  Jenny, came to check on me around 11, as she and Kim were going to bed.  I woke briefly, intending on going back upstairs, yeah--not so much.   At 3:15 a.m., I woke again.  It was so cold, cold enough I should have checked for hoar frost on my chin.  I didn't.  It was my first mistake.  The second mistake? I tried to stand up.  Silly me.  I fell like Tommy Hearns connecting with a Tyso...