I want you to think about your worst fear. What is it? Dying in a plane crash? Being buried alive? Ghosts? What if your worst fear was realized? What if you awoke to a ghost drifting through your bedroom? What if you were buried alive and – even worse – Ryan Reynolds wasn’t…
Indy had one final telehealth speech appointment. One final opportunity for Indy and Willie to toy with my sanity. I strolled into the Temple of Doom, my computer and Indy Notebook tucked under my arm. I take notes during all of Indy’s appointments – speech, neurology, audiology, whatever. I carefully date the notes, and…
“Oh, I love it when you come home from your parents’ with pills,” Don said, eyeing the prescription bottles on the dining room table. “It means there’s a story.” There’s a story. Indy’s Parkinson’s diagnosis added several new medications to his day. That’s hard for Indy. Before the Parkinson’s, Indy took three prescription…
As you read this, I want you to know I’m OK, despite the terrible things that happened. You may be aware we spent Father’s Day weekend at The Cabin. We did so not only to celebrate Don and my father-in-law Big Don, but also to observe Donny’s birthday. I know. That’s a lot…
I have been grocery shopping for Willie. This started as a function of the pandemic. Willie does grocery pickup. Each week, there is an item or two or seven missing from her order. At the height of the pandemic – those terrible days in March and April – Willie would go into the store…
Indy has a hairline fracture of his toe. He woke up one day last week, unable to walk without limping. He hobbled around the Temple of Doom for three hours before finally telling Willie. This is pretty typical behavior for Indy, keeping his cards close to his chest like that. He had Parkinson’s…
I have an idea. My idea has drawn some doubt. Mockery even. But I will not be deterred. Well, I don’t feel quite that strongly about it. Let’s just go with I won’t be deterred from talking about it. Living with a hunter, I have discovered that one does not simply pick…
I’m not supposed to tell this story. But sometimes, stories just want to be told. When Indy And Willie moved to their independent living facility, they believed it to be nirvana. There’s a pool and pool table. A movie theater and classes to get them moving. A café with groceries and a bus…
I have most of Willie’s Dickens’ Village houses temporarily stored in my garage. They’ve been there for two years. This is a Dickens’ Village house. It’s a porcelain imagining of any architecture featured in a Charles Dickens story. You can also buy porcelain people and fir trees to, um, spruce up the…
Willie and Indy are selling some property. Indy fancied himself a land baron back in the 60s. By the time he married Willie, he owned three properties, which Willie only discovered once the tax bills began arriving. After their wedding day. But now, Willie and Indy are looking forward. They realize they…