Tag: 2016

Rhinebeck: the aftermath

It’s a few days post- Rhinebeck now, and I’m finally at that point where I feel rested enough to really return to regular life again. The house was gorgeous this year and superfun, and we lucked into absolutely perfect weather; it couldn’t have been nicer, really, just stunningly good. Sunday dinner was unbelieveable- Andi makes a roast and Yorkshire pudding…

on possibility and perspective

I had one of those weird moments this week in which I was so completely misunderstood, I thought maybe my brain might be misfiring. It happens every so often; there will be break somewhere between my mind and my mouth and I’ll intend to say one thing but something completely different will be what actually comes out. So, for example, the other…

in which there is a sweater challenge

Sam and I have begun to see the barest beginnings of fall creeping around the edges- just hints, nothing definitive yet, but it’s happening, and we’re excited. Obviously, it’s happening- it’s nature, it’s inevitable- but it’s earlier than we’re used to, and we’re ridiculously pleased to have an excuse to pull out our comforter just a little too early, to…

in which there is nothing to fear

I’ve always loved the doctrines of impermanence and emptiness. They are confounding, confusing, and incredibly direct, going right to the heart of our deepest fears, finding our soft spots and pressing them, pressing us and asking us to fully live in this present moment, to realize the immediate. It’s a challenge, but a welcome one.

in which this thing is still happening

There is clematis in our front yard. There’s a real joy to moving into a place in the winter; you’ve no idea what’s been planted before you’ve gotten there, and spring is a bit of a surprise; we have irises on the side of the house, daffodils in the far corner, and surprise! NOT morning glories, but clematis going gangbusters…

in which there is a little experimentation

MDSW was good. Strange for us, of course— we were visitors this year, both locals and not- so- locals, holed up in a sweet little Air BnB with old friends in a town we both spent nearly a decade living beside. Surreal is probably a good word. Maryland gave us a wet welcome, but turned it out for the show; a…

in which there is just gratitude

I have been lucky in the last few months in that having MS has really been pretty uneventful for me. Most days, having MS has just meant taking pills, disability activism, and watching my lifestyle. This morning, having MS meant crying in my kitchen over a UPS package, because a doctor I haven’t seen in over two years bent over backwards…

in which you get my weekend thoughts only somewhat edited, you lucky dogs

Random, scattered thoughts on dogs, people, movement, and bodies: A couple years back, I started taking this new medication, a night- time “muscle relaxer” called Requip. This isn’t actually a muscle relaxer: that’s just what it does for me. Requip is a non-ergoline dopamine agonist frequently used for Parkinson’s, RLS, and SSRI rebound syndrome. If you’re a neuro/ medical nerd,…

on Friendsmas, and a reply

This was Friendsmas: the Fire & Ice edition, in which our 2- 4 inch storm warning turned into 6- 10 inches in a matter of 45 minutes, in which Derek ran a shuttle service (complete with interior Christmas lights) to and from dedicated parking because there wasn’t enough at the house, in which there were at least three oven fires that I was aware of, and in which Bruce told a gnome story that actually made Teresa laugh. There was the biggest turducken ever, and six (SIX!) piecakens, which- if you haven’t had a piecaken yet, fix that now, please. Sam and I helped out with food the night before, and now that I know how to make piecaken, I can’t go back to just plain pie ever again.