Thoughts and happenings from our little homestead here in the wild woods of Indiana

 
Dear God! Now I truely know that love is a two-way street. Got up in the middle of the night the have a pee and promptly puked up more stuff than could have POSSIBLY been insdie me. There must be some sort of interdimensional wormhole insdie me (or perhaps I'm really a TARDIS) and I was channelling the detrius of some other galaxy.

And then, just to prove it meant business, my body decided to vent just a much out the other end. I did this (with very brief respits) for 10 hours. Couldn't even take a sip of water, because I knew it would come up again in about 5 minutes. That was the worst thing; I was thirstier than I think I've even been in my life.

Finally managed to suck on some ice.. after about 14 hours, a few spoonfuls of rice. Today we borh had crackers and had to agree that they were THE GREATEST DAMNED CRACKERS EVER MADE! :D

That was Tuesday. Last night I started running 103 temp, so my beloved (sick though she was) bundled my butt off to the emergency room, had me poked and prodded, and then brought me home.

Ain't love grand? To hell with the "sweet mystery" BS. What matters is knowing that you're with yer best friend, somebody who'll stand with you no matter what. After my history, this just comes as a constant surprise. Hell, my last wife used to get enraged when I got sick. Shortly after we got married, I got the flu and she gave me this look and said "You have two days to get better." I laughed, and she said "I'M NOT kidding."

And she wasn't, either.

I've been berated and abused and abandoned. And now I finally have someone who is loyal to the bone. (And yet still there are people who object to our being together. They can go straight to hell.)

Ick! Feeling queezy again... gonna go lie down.
posted by Michael at 8:35 PM

 
Life is always exciting. Not really nice exciting, always... but exciting. First the furnace went out (and it is coooold) then I came home yesterday to find Jacquelyn projectile vomiting all over creation. Spent the night running in with wastbaskets lined with garbage bags and running out again to empty them. You know you REALLY love somebody when their puke doesn't bother you. Besides, she'd do it for me in a heartbeat. She's just that kind of friend. So how could I be less?

And we had a feral cat living on the property. I don;t think that this is the same one that used to bring me dead voles and leave them on the front steps as prezzies when I first moved in.. though it looks a lot like her. Have glimpsed her twice.. and she has been at the garbage bags (but if she goes after the ones from last night, she's in for a surprise!). So we put some food out for her, though it remains untouched thus far. As has the salt lick I put down by the woods in an effort to coax the small herd of deer back that are occassionally to be seen in the back yard.

God, I LOVE living here!

Anyway.. Furnace Guy just left, and all is weel (or at least warm) again. Jacquelyn is sleeping quietly now, with the pup by her side. Haven't seen her buddy Duncan for awhile.. she's proably under something.

Have been having the nicest time regaining contact with people I taught back around 1982-1990 or so. The school is having a reunion for the first ten year graduates (check it out HERE) and after posting a note, I've heard from friends I've not seen in 15-20 years! It's been so nice. Haven't decided whether or not to go to the reunion... but it's in May, so I have awhile to dither.
posted by Michael at 12:22 PM

 
Well it begins.
I don;t know if this diary (excuse me.. "blog") will fare any better that the hundred or so I've begun in my short life. I am not a diarist; I lack the organizational skills. And yet a constant train of thoughts, reflections, and comments runs through my head 24/7. Perhaps if I could set some of them down in print I could sleep at night?

I got onto this service via my friend Avi, an awesomely cool lady who used to whip my butt at ISketch. This blog will be nowhere near as adventurous as hers, if for no other reason than that Indiana is not as interesting as New Zealand. And the odds of me jumping out of a plane (as Avi details in a recent post are "slim" and "none"

Anyway... I'll try. Right now I'm just rying to learn to use the service. Eventually I'd like to archive my old ramblings and add pictures. But for right now, it is enough that I have begun. As Dickenson wrote, "This is my letter to the world".
posted by Michael at 3:36 PM