I am not accustomed to angry, irritable grief. It’s visited a few times but lately, that’s the emotion that has taken up residence. I’m not a pure joy to be around. Imagine that. Covid-19 has been, if not solely responsible, at least partly so. Because I am sick of it. I know everyone else is, too. But right now I don’t care how anyone else feels about it. I just want my two minutes to complain.
It feels as if I am a bumper car running into obstacles in a limited … Read more...
I have dreamt of renting a racquetball court, putting on safety glasses, and having a big stack of dishes. My friend Tamara, me, Laurie, Scott, Reid, Roz, Henry, Jenny, Pat, Cathy, Shirley, Joanna, and many of you regulars here would be lined up, ready to take a turn. We’d put all the power of our grief behind the effort. And it would be a fundraiser and the video would go viral.
The game is we put on our safety glasses, get behind a wall and smash and slam those damn dishes on the far wall until we are all exhausted. Laughing and crying while … Read more...
