The cut on my finger has completely healed over on the large entrance wound and the smaller exit wound. My finger is still a little swollen and I don’t quite have full range of motion back. However, the finger flexes enough to hold reins, so that’s all I care about.
I still can’t hold a pen and write very well, but that’s why I bring my portable and type. Or write on the white board with my right hand. (Being ambidextrous has come in very handy, no pun intended.)
The house has had quite a few showings, but no offers. Here is a summary of the showings: 03/22/2008 12:00 PM 03/22/2008 11:30 AM 03/11/2008 3:30 PM 03/10/2008 6:00 PM 02/28/2008 3:30 PM 02/24/2008 3:00 PM 02/09/2008 11:30 AM 02/07/2008 3:00 PM 02/05/2008 6:00 PM 02/04/2008 11:15 AM 12/05/2007 6:00 PM 11/30/2007 2:30 PM 11/28/2007…
I got a notice from classmates.com that I had a message waiting from Maria T, my best friend in high school and in middle school. She was the only person I was close to during those years. She married when I was a sophomore in college and joined the navy. I haven’t heard from her…
Orchids and chrysanthemums smell like death to me: the cloying sweetness of casket-side flowers, wilting from the heat of bodies pressed too close as passersby sob their payment to Chiron. The trees outside my apartment complex have a sickeningly sweet scent: not pleasing like honeysuckle, but of something decaying like fruit left too long in…
The stitches came out last week on Friday. So far, everything looks good: healing clean without tendon damage. However, there is some nerve damage. The top and inside of my finger feels like it has a perpetual case of Novacaine-like numbness. As the swelling goes down, I’ve regained a little range of motion. I can…
My stepmom just quit her teaching job to write full time. I am so proud of her for taking an opportunity to fulfill a life-long dream. She’s writing children’s books and also some adult fiction. We had a long conversation about writing, characters, the stories she is working on, and writing in general. Non-writers do…
Finally… Back in June when the toilet fiasco hit, I had repainted the hallway and foyer. It was supposed to be a sage green. It turned out to be the color of algae. (Can you say depressing?) It is now a bright, light lemon yellow. I just finished painting, caulking and painting the mouldings, and…