Author Archives: stari

So I survived the looming, and following that, the moving. Then the pain that followed the moving (never again!), the unpacking (well we’re not living out of boxes, that counts as unpacked), and convincing the cats that this new apartment … Continue reading →

The Looming – sounds like it could be a book, or a horror movie, something slow and suspenseful. Tomorrow is the final event looming ahead of me, and I’ve found it all too appropriate that it falls on the 13th. … Continue reading →

I’ve decided I cannot rightfully keep claiming “still not crazy” until next Wednesday has passed.

The holiday weekend felt ill-timed to me. I want all of the Bad Stuff to be over first so that I can actually relax and appreciate it. Next in line for “Bad Stuff” is the second of two “luncheon” meetings … Continue reading →

I am often guilty on my blogs of backposting to when I meant to write something rather than when I actually did the writing. I’m even more guilty of building up posts in my head and never actually getting the … Continue reading →

Oops, I totally distracted myself reading my own blog history until it’s at the point that going to bed is more important than writing. I guess I’m not as boring as I thought. Or just easily distractable. A spammer tried … Continue reading →

Today is Mother’s Day in Mexico, since they go by the date (May 10) not the day (Sunday) like we do here. I bet that leads to a lot less “is it this weekend or next??” panics too. At work … Continue reading →

I wanted to bang my head on the wall in frustration yesterday morning, but I couldn’t reach it from the toilet. I just can’t wrap my mind around a disease where eating healthy makes you sick. I blame the whole … Continue reading →

Warning: Cat story ahead Last week Morgan got her wish and ran outside when I got home unnoticed. However I don’t think ‘unnoticed’ is actually part of her wish because normally she waits halfway down the hallway for me to … Continue reading →

I had a dream – nightmare – that Andrew had died. The dream gave me the feeling of being in a cop show drama, involving a hotel room and putting shoes in plastic bags, but plot is irrelevant when I’m … Continue reading →