I woke up in a cold sweat yesterday morning from a nightmare. No monsters, just random things that I was somehow responsible for popping up, with no framework in which to approach them, no common cause with others to let me know what I was responsible for. And the triggers for my nightmare? One is the down-to-the-wire…
Changes, by Judy Horton
Seems like I fell off the Blogosphere the past few months. Lots of things got in the way of blogging. I didn’t want the blog to become all about my experience with cancer, which though possibly interesting, is not the purpose of this blog. I did post some on Kelly’s struggles with my illness, which…
Back in the Day
We’re now in our 22nd year of living on Down Home Ranch. Jerry, Kelly and I moved here into a small two-bedroom mobile home we dubbed “The Mustard Seed” September 9, 1991, having sold our home, and cashed out our retirement.Looking back, I would give those three pioneers about one chance in a thousand to…
Memento mori
Life’s hardest lesson seems to be that we must always be struggling against our own limitations–emotional, physical, intellectual, financial, spiritual. I can accept that I must struggle with that, but it’s so unfair that Kelly should have to, so now I find myself crying like a four year old “That’s not fair!” Two and a…