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The Wish List

You never know – maybe a rich relative will deed me enough money to be independently wealthy. Or I could hit the lotto.

So, here’s a little wish list, in case that relative is reading. Couldn’t hurt, right? Continue reading

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The Start Of A New, Different Life: 30 Days

Thirty days ago, I was sitting up in bed typing something quite different.

I was trying to decide if I should go to the hospital, and I was getting scared. I had reason to be.

Now, I’m sitting here a month later, trying to get onto this page words that express what the last thirty days have been like. Continue reading

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Curry Spiced Chicken With Mango/Boysenberry Sauce

One of the recipes sent to me by a friend was for a baked chicken breast with a mango sauce. I find mango can be a little weak, and I wanted a different flavor, so I made a couple of small changes.

Note: I cook for myself and m Continue reading

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Juxtapositions

Killing TimeYup, it’s an odd topic.

 

But here I am with an hour to kill while waiting for my clothes to dry at the laundromat, and there’s really not much to look at except my laptop screen (you do take your laptop to the laundromat, right?) and I’m looking at the small strip wall in which the laundromat is located. Continue reading

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The Start Of A New, Different Life – The First Night

You know it’s serious when they ask you ‘Do you have an advanced directive?’. This is a very clinical way of asking you ‘If you’re dying and can’t speak for yourself, have you made alternate plans?’.

No, I hadn’t. Continue reading

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My New Friends

It’s a little short of a month since I had my heart attack, and I’m still getting my head around the changes that it requires in my life. This morning, I decided to take a portrait of my new “friends” – the pile of medications I now have to take to give me the best shot at not returning to the hospital again. Continue reading

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The Loose Thread On The Sweater

Fair warning: I’m venting.

I’m not a perfect dad. Nor a perfect person. I am indeed, like most people, flawed. I know that about myself, I accept it, and I do my best to improve. I can accept constructive criticism, albeit with a wince. Continue reading