These days I mostly try not to write. My life is so full of work and family and weeding. But every now and then, my brain starts to itch and the only way to scratch that itch is writing. This is where you will find my most recent scratchings.
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The Beauty of the Mundane
It’s hard to take so much time off. What do I come back in with? Part of me wants to write what my ex-social worker friend calls a “narrative” about our last month, to process it all. But, geezus what a daunting project. I thought instead I would break myself back into the business gently, with a delightfully over-obsessive inquiry into something beautifully mundane. Laundry. During our very difficult last month I, rather amazingly, kept on top of the laundry. I mostly kept at the cloth diapering, even though I had fortified myself heavily with a stock of disposables. And…
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The News
I had been thinking I would wait until I was ready to write this all out in saga form. But who knows when I’ll get to that. My creative/expressive energy feels dried up, and y’all have been patient enough. Two and a half weeks ago we found that My Man had testicular cancer. There followed a week and a half of crying, research, tests, waiting, surgery to remove the tumor, slogging through the ridiculously bad New Orleans hospital system, more waiting and research, and eventually a very good prognosis. As far as cancer goes, testicular cancer is one of the…
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Looking Up
Hi there friends. I am still not ready to come back, my mind is just not in it. But I know many of you have become (strangely enough) good friends, and are worried about me. I wanted to let you know, I’m doing much better. We had a big scare, our lives will never look quite the same. But we’re all okay, and beginning to re-enter regular life. I’ll be back soon to tell you the whole long story. Thank you so much for all your kind words, good thoughts, and monetary love. Yup, you’re right– this is a good…
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Note From A Friend
Dear readers, CJ wishes she could have posted 5 wham-zingers since her last celebration of digging in the trash. Unfortunately, to be perfectly honest, writing a blog post or commenting on your post is about as important to her as spilled milk right now. As her friend, I wanted to let all of you CJ fans know so that you can join me in sending prayers and good energy her way. Rest assured that although everything is not OK, she is OK, and so are her little cherubs. It may take a while before you hear from her again, so…
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A Fine Day for Digging in Someone Else’s Trash
The weather has been absolutely divine this week. We were side-swiped by a slow moving “tropical storm” last week, which didn’t do much more than knock some branches down, but somehow delivered this extremely unseasonably cool weather. By cool, I mean in the 80s. But nights in the 60s! Oh my, delight cannot cease. It’s like an indian summer, in reverse. Just when I thought the heat would go on and on forever, a reprieve! I’ve been dabbling in my garden, clearing weeds, planting seeds. And taking delicious morning walks. Which are always very fruitful for me. And I’m wondering, as…
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