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9/17/2019 · 2:03 am· Trouble · Good Bye Blue Sky
sometimes waiting and watching is all you can do. The weather has been oscillating quite a bit this... | Read More

9/1/2019 · 1:30 pm· Jaime · Good Bye Blue Sky
It's summer. We don't adventure much in the summer. It's too hot & buggy. We hibernate and wait... | Read More

9/1/2019 · 2:25 am· Trouble · Good Bye Blue Sky
So how goes the summer of adventure? Inquiring minds want to know.... | Read More

6/6/2018 · 12:46 am· Michael (Net2007) · My friend, my friend, (s)he’s got a knife
I've often felt this way, it's strange and divisive times in many ways. As far as this goes, I... | Read More

7/12/2017 · 4:22 pm· Trouble · Half of Us Are Wrong or in the Alternative, Half of Us Are Right
I've been following the saga and cataloging links of interest that contain more than mere rhetoric.... | Read More


Drowning Doesn’t Look Like Drowning

Filed under: — Jaime @ 2:04 pm

This morning, I read of the tragic drowning death of goalie Ray Emery in Lake Ontario. Such sad news about a classy guy.

Water safety is nothing to shrug off. If you plan on being on or near the water, please take the time to learn basic safety and response skills. The sea is unforgiving.

For the past few years, GCaptain has run this public domain article about drowning, Drowning Doesn’t Look Like Drowning. I implore you to read it, share it.

Be safe and have fun out there.


Spirit of 76

Filed under: — Jaime @ 4:00 pm

Earlier today, I called over to my local pharmacy to see if the prescription that I had dropped off earlier in the week was ready. The tech asked me my birthday in order to look me up, not an unusual request. I reply, “Ten-Fifteen-Seventy-Six”, to which most people would have translated to 10/15/1976. No, not this time. Genius-tech repeats earnestly, “10. 15. 1876?

Yeah, dumbass, I’m a 138 year old woman calling to see if her birth control is ready. Thank goodness the Rx is compounded off-site.


It’s Ice

Filed under: — Jaime @ 10:04 pm

Today I had my first ‘snow day’ in at least a decade. Of course, it didn’t snow. It sleeted ever so slightly, and there’s a bit of ice hanging on the trees and power lines. It couldn’t have come at a more perfect time, however. It added an extra day to my recovery period.

Overall, I’m doing pretty well. The cast/covering has completely come off, relieving pressure and no longer leaving me gagging. I’m done with the ultra-evil anti-biotics, which may be the worst part of all of this. I despise taking anti-biotics. They make me absolutely ill. The pain is still quite prevalent, but I’m managing it, and it certainly is getting better daily.

Before I go (and try to make it through at least the first period of tonight’s Blackhawks-Canucks game), I have to share a coincidence that happened this evening. Note, I’ve not adjective-ized it as ‘odd’ or ‘unique’ because I don’t really know if it is. You decide. While showering, I put on some old time radio. I tuned into one of the stations I regularly listen to, to see what they had to offer. It was an X Minus One, running the story, The Coffin Cure. It was about 10 minutes in already, but it was enough for me to remember that I had read this very story nearly one year ago – while I was recovering from my last jaw surgery. Wha? What do you call that? FWIW, the radio version was probably better than the written version, if only because it took up less of my time and I dig the 50′s sound effects.

Title homage: It’s Ice.


Recovery Part II of II

Filed under: — Jaime @ 11:01 pm

Slightly less than one year ago, I was recovering from osseous gum surgery #1. Today, I begin recovering from #2. So far the preparations we took are paying off. The pain is slightly less than last time, or at minimum, the headaches are less severe.

Like last time, Mike has been a superstar. Much thanks to him. Repeats of my thank yous from last time around to all of you who have checked in on me this time. That sentence structure sucked. It appears the painkillers are doing their job. That is probably a sign to stop writing now. Thanks again for all of your well wishes.


Mass Apology

Filed under: — Jaime @ 6:17 pm

T minus Thrity-Seven hours…

I apologize to all of you, especially those of you who deal with me on a regular basis. I really mean it. I realize I’ve been a complete bitch for the last week or so. I’m a day and a half away from jaw surgery #2. That fact is making me miserable, and I haven’t enough self-control to suppress it. At any given moment, I feel like I want to destroy something.

Poor Mike. I wouldn’t want to be him right now. Of course, I really don’t want to be me right now either. He is a saint for putting up with me. Further, for making every crunchy and spicy food I wanted this weekend to sate me before I can’t eat normally for a month. Thanks, Mike.

Ok, moms of more than one kid, level with me. How in the world did you intentionally chose to place yourself in the worst pain you’ve ever been in in your life more than once? I don’t get it now, but maybe I will when I’m old and still have my own teeth. For now, again, I apologize. I’ve been a carton of hate. I’m looking forward to late February and beyond. Like maybe St. Patrick’s Day. Yeah, I’m looking forward to then. See you at the parade.


March 4th!

Filed under: — Jaime @ 3:04 am

March 4. The only day of the year that is also a command. March forth. (Thank you, Mr. Lubbe).

My recovery is going great, not much pain anymore – just some dull headaches. I’m almost back to eating completely normally. I do have a lot of sensitivity, and so have my first prescription toothpaste, really more of a fluoride treatment. I still can’t get over the science behind what is happening to my head. I have new bone growing in my skull. Hello 2013! Thank you to everyone who has asked about my well being.

I have spent most of the last two weeks doing exactly as I planned – reading lots of retro sci-fi, studying genealogy, and watching lots and lots of hockey. I wish hockey was more popular in the south, but I also recognize the logistical issues preventing that from ever being a reality. Center Ice is worth the price, although the NHL should have comped all satellite/cable subscribers with a free year as thanks for our patience in waiting out their strike.

March 1st was St. David’s Day, as I was reminded by my Welsh friend, Julian. He asked at America’s Debate if any of us were familiar with the day and/or Welsh heritage generally. It’s odd I wasn’t aware of the day until Julian first mentioned it, although I was aware of some Welsh ancestry I have. He inspired me to work on that line again. In the process, I ended up going down a slightly different route. The end result was that I have uncovered yet another Canadian based line. This time they appear to be French Canadian, although I’ve not narrowed them to any place beyond their immigration to Cheboygan, Michigan. I’m not sure how far I’ll be able to take this line since I can’t read French or Latin.

Here’s the list of stories I’ve read while recovering, and of course, my quick synopsis/review:
Modus Vivendi, Walter Bupp
synopsis: attorney addresses civil rights issues for disliked minority population of psychics, telekinetics, telephaths, etc
review: rather cool story. believable future/legal problem. rather rare in that it is legal and sci-fi, bonus points for that.

Impact, Irving E Cox Jr
synopsis: future interplanetary Federation fooled by seemingly native culture
review: pulpy, somewhat silly, more narrative than action

Attention St. Patrick, Murry Leinster (aka William Fitzgerald Jenkins)
synopsis: terrible, Eire planet, dinies
review: worst story I read the whole recovery. don’t read this. unless you’re a masochist; then, read away.

The Coffin Cure, Alan E Nourse
synopsis: common cold cured, sense of smell becomes really good, too good, the world stinks
review: based on an idea that dogs don’t get colds, something from their noses is extracted and whala – no more colds, sense of scent is overloaded. meh. not a fan.

Meeting of the Board, Alan E Nourse
synopsis: ironic – middle management goes on strike against lazy corrupt union
review: cute. easily sympathetic to the idea even if a mediocre story. would probably work well if modernized.

The Nothing Equation, Tom Godwin
synopsis: really good. remote bubble outpost in space – goes crazy as ‘nothing’ trying to get in
review: one of the best I read all recovery. total psychological thriller. very short, so read this one for sure.

Assassin, J.F. Bone
synopsis: human kills alien invaders acting benevolent
review: this has the makings of a badly done action flick aimed at white conservative males, 17+. coming to a theater near you.

Pandemic, J.F. Bone
synopsis: widow volunteers in 1 man, sealed lab to fight plague/find a cure
review: this reeked of that silly positivity we see in so many post WWII stories. oops, I guess that ruins the ending for you, so you can skip this one too.

Hope your March 4th was a productive one.


Recovery Part I of II

Filed under: — Jaime @ 10:29 pm

I made it through osseous gum surgery #1 (top jaw) without much incident. Certainly it was, and is, painful, but there has been relatively little bleeding, which is reassuring.

I find myself thankful to a whole number of you who have helped me through so far. Topping the list, of course, has been the amazing care provided by my husband, Mike. He has a great knack for visualizing what needs to be done with all sorts of various projects – be it a major home repair or creating/enhancing music-related items or in this case – caring for me. Prior to the surgery, he went and bought all sorts of foods that I would be able to eat, filled my Rx, and got the house in a general working order. Since the surgery, he has been so attentive and helpful. Thank you so much, Mike. I would have never gotten through this without you.

I also owe a load of thanks to my periodontist W. Lee Young, DMD and his accommodating staff. Dr. Young utilizes top technology and has a ton of experience. I felt safe in his hands, and am a lot less nervous about my eventual bottom-jaw surgery.

A bit of sarcastic thanks to Mom for dumping her periodontal genes on me. Truly, thanks for being an inspiration to go through with this surgery, Mom.

Of course, my sister, Jen, has been a sweetie-pie with all of her texts and offers to help. I particularly enjoyed your visit the night before. Also thanks to Mark for being kind enough to share his chocolate covered strawberries with me. Leading up to this surgery, I ate like a queen (again, more thanks to Mike for his kick-ass cooking abilities).

Thanks to my friend, Trouble, for his super-kind message the other day. Thanks to my friend, Lindsey, for making time to have lunch with me leading up to this as well. I don’t know when I will be able to have a nice, greasy, diner burger again, but I am looking forward to it.

Mucho gracias to all the folks at work. If this were a year ago or even two, I doubt I would have been able to get through this with the ease I have. I am coming up on my year anniversary with the ‘new’ place, and can’t imagine working anywhere else. I am beyond grateful to have such a good team I know I can lean on when needed.

I can only guess I’ve forgotten to thank someone or something, and for that I apologize. For convenience, I will blame the meds.

For the rest of this weekend, I’m taking it easy. My big plans are to catch up on old sci-fi (ie mags from the 50s-70s), some genealogy research, watching lots of hockey, and eating mushy food. I hope I can contain my excitement!

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