November 30, 2016 § Leave a comment
Today started gray, with a high fog hiding the tops of the cell towers. It’s clearing now, the clouds turning white and a pale blue sky peeking through the breaks between them. The temperature is unseasonably warm again; the thermometer has been manic for weeks.
(As I was writing this, Warren Ellis posted a Morning, Computer entry in which he said, “From my balcony, the clouds had reached down to wrap the spires of New York in their mist.” As always, he said it better than me.)
Yeats sits on my shoulder and whispers The Second Coming in my ear. I’ve been struggling to find something to say here that isn’t angry ranting or terrified dismay over the coming four years, and finding I have nothing beyond those two states—anger and fear. There’s enough of that already in the air, however, and I have nothing of substance to add that others haven’t already said better.
So, an update of sorts. « Read the rest of this entry »
November 10, 2016 § Leave a comment
Last night, my wife and friends gathered at the Overlook in an attempt to drown their post-election trauma in fine bourbon and beer. And chase out some popped-collar dudebro who thought he was so fucking cool because he cast his vote for “Batman” as president.
I was not there.
I was next door, in point of fact. Reclined on a converted massage table, doped up on endogenous morphine while a heavily tattooed man repeatedly shoved needles into my flesh. « Read the rest of this entry »
November 8, 2016 § Leave a comment
It’s Election Day here in the US. There’s a chill in the air, as if the world itself is shivering in anxious anticipation of the outcome. I’m starting to believe autumn is finally here to stay.
I went to my first political rally last night. I made a Facebook post about it and was going to leave it at that, because there’s been enough blather about this election and the stakes and who is the best candidate and who is a racist, sexist, allegedly criminal and possibly dead broke reality show star with no government experience.
Most people made set their minds on a candidate months ago, and the way I look at it, nothing I or anyone else can say is going to change someone’s choice. « Read the rest of this entry »
November 3, 2016 § 4 Comments
UPDATE: Apparently, they only hydrated Dad and did a CT scan to map out the best path to take when they implant the microspheres. The scan involved contrast dye, though, so the kidneys are still an issue. They will hydrate him for eight hours to combat the effect of the dye on his kidneys.
My father is undergoing a procedure today in preparation for a cancer treatment that will happen sometime next week, I think. (There’s some uncertainty about that, because all my information comes through my parents, and they both get confused by all the medical jargon.)
The treatment is called TheraSphere (or, generically, radioembolization), and it’s a low-risk procedure for most people. Dad, however, is 90, and at that age, his kidney function is about half of what someone under 40 has.
(Fun Fact: On average, we lose 10% of our kidney function every ten years after age 40.)
The procedure today is to map out the arteries they need to “seed” with the glass microspheres. As such, it involves giving Dad contrast, which is very hard on the kidneys. So this low-risk procedure is actually high-risk. « Read the rest of this entry »
November 2, 2016 § Leave a comment
For the past two mornings, I’ve been up and out the door early enough to watch the sunrise as I drove to the office. Yesterday, clouds dominated the sky, pink and orange and gray. About a mile from the end of my short journey, the sun blazed through a split in a particular dense patch of cloud, like a dazzling russet eye peering through a crack in the firmament.
Today, lavender and peach puffs covered the sky, leaving it clear at the horizon. I watched the sun through the trees, fully risen but still low, following me as I drove. Something Mozart wrote played on the radio; I didn’t catch the title. The air kept just enough of the night’s chill to prevent me from having the car’s windows or top down, but that bright disk of fire was already warming it.
The temperature topped out at 82 F yesterday, a new record for this time of year. Today, it’s supposed to hit 80. Summer doesn’t seem to want to say goodbye, and I’m perfectly fine with that.
There’s still a lot of shit sliding southward. But there’s also more beauty and friendship and love surrounding me than I feel I deserve, and I’m enormously grateful for it.
Every sunrise is a new beginning.
This is what the sky in my corner of the world looked like this morning. (Photo credit: US National Weather Service—Wilmington, Ohio) And ha ha, I wrote this early and went to grab that link, and fell down a Facebook rabbit hole. So it’s well after coffee now, but whatever. Shut up, I’m old and easily distracted.