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Justine’s Post
While bagging my groceries, the Trader Joe’s cashier revealed she’d been a young widow for four years and was often challenged with how to get the kids to all their activities. I told her that though I’m not a widow, my husband’s injuries have put us in a similar bind. “How are the kids recovering from the loss,” I…
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Bird Man (some thoughts on thirst)
Here is a painting Vernon made a month or so back. I couldn’t remember if I’d shared it before, but it fits the following poem pretty well, so it’s making an appearance here tonight. What a bird, what a character—drawn purely from subconscious, a brief suggestion, and the motion of his hand. It fascinates me so.…
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The Power in Our Hands
Sundays are especially challenging. So I’m choosing to think of them as important, rather than hard. This is the day of the week that Vernon and the kids can see each other, and its one of the rare days he isn’t in dialysis, so we just hang out in the sunshine. We’ve been busy doing other things as…
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Water/Color
Vernon’s water obsession has returned. This isn’t brand new, its been building for awhile. I did call the doctor about it today though, so hopefully there will be some sort of solution, even if it’s short-term. When I offered him the usual piece of chocolate to cover up the taste of his medicinal oil, he…
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Nonchalance
One can get a little nonchalant by medical stuff after awhile. Even to the point of not even noticing things happening. I guess this is the result of trying to ‘pace myself.’ Hmmm…. Today, Vernon was pretty good. He didn’t squirm too much at first. And he recognized me by name when I arrived at his dialysis…
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Amnesia Pt. 2
I’ve been asked to explain more about last night’s illustration. I’m not sure where to start with my update anyway, so I suppose that’s as good a place as I can think of. “Amnesia.” I painted the picture above, I was thinking about amnesia—not just a little absent minded forgetfulness but a full-fledged loss of…
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Amnesia
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Road Trip and Reunion
Since it was Spring Break, the kids and I decided to visit my brother’s family in Palo Alto. They’ve lived in the Bay Area since my brother started his PhD at Stanford (yes, I’m proud) and though they’d made the trip south many times, we hadn’t gone to see them in their world. Also, I wanted Maki…
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Seizure
The day started out great. Vernon was happy to see me when I got to dialysis. He even complimented my feet when I walked away to ask a question and came back. “You’ve got beautiful feet.” I was wearing heeled sandals, so maybe he actually meant he liked my shoes. I laughed. “Really? My feet…
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Letter Writing
“The proper definition of a man is an animal that writes letters.” —Lewis Carroll So…I FINALLY got the important letter that I’ve been trying to write for six weeks out in the mail. I mailed to my attorney on Monday, after he sent a text last Friday, politely letting me know he STILL hadn’t received it.…