People, places, and and the uncommonplace telling stories as they travel with Morganica (Cynthia Morgan) in mind and memory; neighbors, friends, and findings

7 05, 2018

End goals and impossible things


We saved Elmo. Now to do some impossible things. (such as say "thank you") Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said: “one can’t believe impossible things.” “I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things [...]

End goals and impossible things2018-05-08T13:29:52-07:00
30 04, 2018

Getting rid of granny(walker)


"Excuse me," says the little girl, shyly, fingering the rails of my grannywalker, "Are you really old? My great-grandma has a cage like that too, and she's REALLY old." Don't kids--the ones who survive the next five minutes, anyway--say the darnedest things?  It's take-your-kid-to-work day, and my new mini-coworkers are endlessly fascinated with my mobility assist tools. Wherever I go [...]

Getting rid of granny(walker)2018-04-30T22:15:39-07:00
26 04, 2018

Jury booty


A month ago, traversing this sandy path down to the river would have been unthinkable. Yet here I am. "SHE," said the guard, pointing to me, "is what we call S.T.U.B.B.O.R.N." "Absolutely," I grinned, and continued to climb the courthouse steps with my grannywalker. "Ma'am, we HAVE a wheelchair lift," the guard repeated, patiently, "Wouldn't you feel...safer...not climbing [...]

Jury booty2018-04-26T15:26:30-07:00
23 04, 2018

Beachwalking and the denizens of the deep


My very first in-person tidepool since falling. It was glorious. Here's what they don't tell you about recovery from a catastrophic injury: It's only gradual from the 10,000-foot view. Up close, it's fits, starts, and frustration, punctuated by euphoria. Two and a half-steps forward, one step back. One step forward, three steps back. My body retreats to near-immobility [...]

Beachwalking and the denizens of the deep2018-05-08T20:33:58-07:00
18 04, 2018

Walking and the well-grounded non-gardener


"Do you have a cane?" Brenda-the-PT asked, and I nodded, "Good. Bring it next time. I want you to graduate from your walker to a cane." Heady stuff. Me, not lugging around walkers and wheelchairs? Wow. "No long walks on a cane yet, only short trips," she warned, "And no carrying heavier stuff when you're on the cane, at least [...]

Walking and the well-grounded non-gardener2018-05-08T20:43:12-07:00
11 04, 2018

Batting cleanup (tanks a lot, Fred)


Frank Sinatra, the blue-eyed hermit crab Starting a marine reef tank is a lot like adopting a demanding, finicky child that eats its playmates and spends money like, well, seawater. Fred Mertz* the reef tank has been alive for a bit more than a week, and definitely has taken over our lives. I wake to find the the [...]

Batting cleanup (tanks a lot, Fred)2018-04-12T13:04:14-07:00
2 04, 2018

Fred gets tanked


Brad and the Resident Carpenter begin the laborious process of setting up our new marine reef tank I dunno, he just LOOKED like a Fred. "Nobody I've met," laughed Brad-the-fishguy, "Ever named their reef tank 'Fred.'" The Resident Carpenter just grinned; I think he's getting used to my anthropomorphizations. I figure that the rate at which Fred is [...]

Fred gets tanked2018-04-02T15:24:05-07:00
27 03, 2018

Learning to fly


Made coffee this morning and got another lesson in gravity: The rich cream slid down into cup's depths, while all the sweetness sank to the bottom, leaving a thin, bitter layer of dark on the surface. What does it mean when your morning cuppa joe becomes a metaphor? Probably that gravity is ruling my life lately, and it needs to [...]

Learning to fly2018-05-08T20:46:37-07:00
11 02, 2018

Desdemona dreams of oceans


Halloa from the sea. Life is good, waves crash home to the beat of the setting sun, lots to tell. This weekend the Resident Carpenter and I loaded the car with enough to last a family of four in Antarctica (we overpack), and headed west to the coast. We'd planned to shoot sunrise ocean video with the new drone, but [...]

Desdemona dreams of oceans2018-03-27T07:21:14-07:00
25 01, 2018



Wanna see my brand new car? It's that modest little royal blue number on the right. Yeah, right. I drive all over Glassland now; Tyrone-the-Spiffy Wheelchair breaks down so I can pull him into the passenger seat all by myself. The wheels come off, the back folds down, the anti-tip wheels pop off, and then I drag him [...]

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