Paslovitch

Yesterday was another fog for me, but I did wake up briefly from my Covid Nap to check in on whether Max was making any progress obtaining Paxlovid for himself. For some reason, actually I have no earthly idea why, we are referring to Paxlovid as Paslovitch, as if the anti-viral drug were a Soviet-era… Continue reading Paslovitch

March Madness

Max is now positive for Covid too and we are embunkered (is that even a word?) together at home for the duration. He came up positive when I swabbed him yesterday but didn’t seem particularly ill except for body aches. So he’s a few days behind me Covid-wise. I crashed spectacularly around 9 a.m. yesterday… Continue reading March Madness

Mrs. de Winter

I am officially started on my second dose of 3 Paxlovid horse pills this morning. Haven’t seen much improvement yet, but hoping by sundown tonight I’ll be a new woman. Or at least some semblance of the old, neurotic but not virus-ridden one. I think it was really good for us to travel, but hard… Continue reading Mrs. de Winter

Maximize Independence

The Zambian Charity People came yesterday and were super nice. They picked up both of Sarah’s wheelchairs as well as some other medical equipment odds and ends we had for their mission to disabled kids. They will be sending us photos of the kids using Sarah’s stuff and the leader said “Sarah’s name will be… Continue reading Maximize Independence

Strawberry Twirl

This week Max and I are leaving for our long-planned (well, since last November) trip to England and Scotland. Tomorrow I may or may not post here, and then the blog will be “on hiatus” as they used to say about poorly-performing television shows in the 1980’s, until about April 1. Try to muddle through… Continue reading Strawberry Twirl

City Place

One of the reasons I feel kind of crazy right now, so I’m told, is that serious grief involves identity re-formation and search for new meaning. Being Sarah’s mom was a huge part of my identity and so I’m basically walking around without an identity and that’s crazy-making. When (if?) I integrate or stumble on… Continue reading City Place

Mangiare

We are definitely fully committed to the HBO show Gomorrah now. One of the things I find fascinating is that the head of the crime family, Don Pietro, is currently in prison and he’s in a communal cell that has maybe 10 men, with bunks for them, and a very large dining table. There’s a… Continue reading Mangiare

Paso Fino

Facebook reminded me this morning that I posted in 2014 about the sudden death of Sarah’s beloved therapy horse, Bo. She had been going to weekly therapeutic riding sessions on Bo, a retired Paso Fino show horse who had been donated to the stable to work with special needs kids. He was a sweet, elderly… Continue reading Paso Fino

Oriental East

Google News let me know today that there is a new mental disorder classified in the DSM-V called “Prolonged Grief Disorder.” Thanks, Google, I needed more things to be anxious about. Criteria are “intense longing for the person who died;” “feeling as though part of oneself has died;” “preoccupation with thoughts of that person” focusing… Continue reading Oriental East