We bought a lamp. This lamp, in fact: For our bedroom. Now, our bedroom has been a bit of a dilemma. Our bedroom has been rearranged somewhere in the neighborhood of fourteen trillion times. Our bedroom has been painted so many times it is actually smaller than when we bought the house. The paint…
When Legally Blind is a Bonus, or The Moldy Loofah
I am legally blind. Yep. Without my glasses or contacts I can’t see the numbers on a clock three feet away. I can’t see leaves on a tree. If a bald man other than Himself tried to cop a feel he’d probably get much further than appropriate before I commenced the requisite face-slapping. So for…
Loud and Proud
I have had, my entire life, a “thing” for bold colors. My first inclination for decorating a living space is Bollywood-meets-Prescilla-Queen-of-the-Desert. Then I realize that that will induce seizures and I come to my senses. But when I can work it in – without the need for brain-wave-controlling drugs – it makes me happy. The…
Approaching Normal
In rehabilitation, there is a difference between “normal” and “baseline.” If you’re working with someone who had some degree of impairment before you got your greedy little health-care hands on them, your target is their baseline, which may not necessarily be clinically “normal.” When people ask me how I’m doing and I say, “Almost back to…
If You Give a Kid a Deep Fryer
When I was in the hospital, Himself had a sit-down with the kids. “Kids,” he said, “We’ve decided to sell you all on the open market and use the money to buy a beach house.” Or perhaps he said something along the lines of, “It would be a big help to Lori if you would…
