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This is only a test. 

In the event of an actual emergency, I likely wouldn’t waste time blogging.  


Great Moments in Perimenopause, Part 3


Those of you with good attention to detail will have noticed that I seemed to have skipped Part 2… For the record, I did not skip it. I simply forgot what I was going to say. But I’m sure I had an idea and I’m sure it will come back to me. Someday.

Tonight I lost half of a tangerine. At least, I think I lost it. It’s possible I actually ate it. There I sat, at my desk in my office, working away on some project or another and eating a really quite tasty tangerine. I peeled it, threw the peel in the trash next to my desk. I removed some stray bits of pith, threw them in the trash as well. I ate several sections, spitting one seed onto my lap in the process. That also went into the trash. I remember all of that, very clearly. It was a very good tangerine – plump and juicy and bursting with flavor, rather like a Starburst only much, much better – good, and so good for you!

Where, oh where, did it go?
Where, oh where, did it go?

And then suddenly I couldn’t find the rest of my tangerine. I hadn’t left my office, so it’s not as if I carried it somewhere and left it. Continue reading “Great Moments in Perimenopause, Part 3”

Great Moments in Perimenopause


This morning I collected Vitus from Shari and Erin’s apartment, where he has been enjoying a “custody weekend” with his other family. After a leisurely stroll out to the end of the Spit I returned him to the apartment from whence he’d been collected, then headed back to my own home. I arrived home all of three minutes later, parked my truck and went around back to open the tailgate. Something was amiss. My dog was gone.

Lost Dog

Neurons began firing, albeit slowly, very slowly. Had he fallen out (again)? No, I actually remembered snapping him to the tether. Could he have slipped his collar and then fallen out? No. Logic told me, even if memory did not, if that were the case his collar would be attached to the tether, and it definitely wasn’t there any more than the dog was. I could just about hear my little axons and dendrites trying to leap across those vast synaptic spaces in my nearly half-century old brain… Had I forgotten him at the Spit? I’d never done anything like that before but, well… After what seemed an eternity I realized I did remember giving him a treat after he jumped into the bed of the truck so I definitely hadn’t forgotten him out there… But he wasn’t here now. Damn. I’d lost my dog and I couldn’t remember what I’d done with him. I stood there staring vacantly into the bed of my truck as more of those seemingly endless mere seconds ticked, ticked, ticked on by. Finally, finally, I remembered! I’d just dropped him off at the apartment. Three minutes ago. 


A woodworking experiment

About a year ago my parents mailed me a Henckels fork they’ve had for years.  The handle was rotting off and could I replace it?

Fork with old, rotten scales
Fork with old, rotten scales

After reviewing a lot of online material on the art of knife-handle making, I felt ready to give it a try.

First the old handle had to come off. I used the side that was still intact as a guide for the new handle. Continue reading “A woodworking experiment”

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