Sometimes I\’d like to get bored. In this life. Not happening. The good news: After all the fun Steve and I had with the ketchup and shower curtains (what are you thinking? I\’m talking creating a book cover, see my last post), I had to accept that there are things that I can not …
It\’s been an action-packed few weeks: Winter is coming. We got the visa. We\’re packing for a winter in Thailand. Steve has been painting the house. The book is coming along. Thank you so much to my Beta Readers – Joanna, Mauri, Joyce, Sharon, and especially Steve. They read it and pointed out inconsistencies, – like …
After years of hedging, haggling, and struggling, the time has come. We went to The City to celebrate my birthday, and get THE VISA for Thailand. We packed, overfed the cat, fought about who carries the chargers, how many shoes, and whether we needed to bring wine, then drove to Albany to take the train …
This one wasn\’t my fault. To help me bridge the long two months gap between Paris and Thailand, my friend Doriene dragged me to the Azores. I paid her back by feeding her octopus and blood sausage. The Azores are a volcanic archipelago in the northern Atlantic, a Portuguese autonomous region. The population of the nine …
I know Paris. I love Paris. I spoke French before I spoke English. I love tartare. I thrive on the Bordeaux and I cherish the Sauvignons. I get my art fix at the Orsay, inhaling Impressionists like asthmatics inhale Albuterol. I’ve slept in the Hospitel-Hotel Dieu, the oldest hospital in Paris whose skylights open to the …
Sunday evening in the ED. The nurses and I wheeze around in a brownian motion, distributing Haldol here, Fentanyl there, turkey sandwiches everywhere. The CNA brings me an EKG to sign. Unremarkable. In our world, that’s a good thing. “Whose is it?” I ask “Room 5. Chest pain.” Born in 1950. Ripe age for a …
I\’ve been back for almost 3 months. It feels like forever – I know, I know, look up travel addiction and find the nearest rehab. Send it over. I\’ll ignore it. I was getting antsy and obnoxious, so I went to Paris to meet my oldest friend. We only meet every few years since we …
Still here. We\’ve been back for 3 months now. It feels like a lifetime. I\’ve been working per-diem. More than I\’d like, but we\’re always short-handed and it\’s hard to say no. Moreover every shift contributes towards the next airfare, the next Khao-soy, the next adventure. The best thing I bought was getting a new …
I was a fish out of water. It started with Boston. Coming from in-the-middle-of-nowhere Upstate New York, the tangled concrete wet oppression that is Boston is a shocker. Harried people everywhere, crowding each-other while acting as if they’re all alone in their PJs. Nobody’s making eye contact unless they are offering you a paper cup …
We\’re back. After 7 weeks in Thailand and 4 days or so of travel (including a stop in Buffalo to recover the critters and bother the kid) we\’re back home. We are reunited with Gypsy, Paxil, Sriracha (my car), Blackthorne (Steve\’s truck), the washing machine, the snow blower, and work. It was a dream. More …
