It's one of those days when I'm operating under a dark, angry cloud. The latter doubtless of my own making. But the outward expression is varied. Although public transport seems to be an excellent vehicle, no pun intended. It is raining. The saner course might be to drive to my 1 PM massage. But no, I tell myself, why risk driving? After all, it's raining. To clarify for those of us who live in California, this means that droplets of water are descending from the sky, vis-à-vis gravity. Things get Read more [...]

Getting things done seems increasingly like a youthful delusion. Here, the practical and perceptual merge. It is increasingly hard to get things done. This is a neuromuscular reality. It is also a psychological or even philosophical reality. Why bother…one might say. When the two phenomena converge, they can do so pleasantly. And for me this is a major discovery, or admission. Giving up is more that it's cracked up to be. The electronic equivalent of hoarding has long fueled the disk drive industry. Read more [...]

Funny thing about writing. There is a distinct 'use it or lose it’ quality to the endeavor. And in this case having not used it for several days…indeed, what can one say? I can say that Jane has just maneuvered the driver's seat out of the van. This enables my wheelchair to take its place, and me to take my place among the ranks of California drivers. But what really enables my driving these days is the cessation of hostilities with the van's controls. There's been a problem with the hyper-power Read more [...]