Monthly Archives: September 2013

I can’t believe it’s been 11 months! It’s been brought to my attention that I sound rather sad. (And I thought I was being ironic!) Surprisingly though, I’m not. Both Bear and I have had tough moments, yes, but we’ve … Continue reading →

I look to the right (west), and see this: Every once in a while, for just a brief while, it seems OK. Then I turn to the left, and I see this: And real life comes crashing back!! Just sayin’…

Friday night at the East Rockaway Trailer Park: hunting mosquitoes with a fly swatter. (Wish I liked beer.)

Yesterday, the gas co. was supposed to reconnect the gas to the house – hot water, heat (tho not needed yet) and cooking (stove). The operative words here are “was supposed to”. Guess what didn’t happen!? The worst? Move back … Continue reading →

I look forward to the surreal Christmas-slash-PTSD experience I’m sure to have when we move back into the house and I get to unpack the boxes that contain all our other worldly possessions. Then I get to relive the the … Continue reading →

I fell out of the trailer the other day. Sounds hard to do, doesn’t it? It’s surprisingly easy though. (I was completely sober, by the way.) There’s not a mark on me, no broken bones, no one witnessed it. (Not … Continue reading →