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The First Day of Fall, and Life Ever After

The first day of fall has arrived, the Autumnal Equinox. I am three years sober, sans alcohol, as of today. But not only that, I am also free of all prescription medications, unless you want to count heavier doses of Ibuprofen. I have something called Still’s Disease, and I’ve probably had it all my life. It almost killed me in the seventh grade, and when I was thirty, though I had blood poisoning (sepsis) that year too, and another bought with the Still’s that put me in bed for most of the day for months when I was thirty-six, etc. The major symptom is rheumatoid arthritis. Anyhoo, it’s been a rough ride sometimes but to now once again be free of all prescription meds is hallelujah. I can’t stand taking meds. It took some doing but I was determined. When you’ve been going to doctors for as many years as I have, it can get to be a little tedious. So, I’m all about the anti-inflammatory diet and things of that nature. Try to keep moving, hoping, and praying for the best. I’ll tell ya, being sober and free from all that crap feels pretty great. I’ve also given up my daily Rock Star energy drink. I started really thinking about how I want to live, how I’ve always wanted to live, and decided it’s time to get into taking good care of myself.

One thing I didn’t conquer, or chose not to, is Twitter. I know, I know, don’t say it, here we go again. Obviously, I have a love-hate relationship with social media. So, the thirty days to my account being gone forever was about to be up and I logged back in. That’s why they give you thirty days. Anyway, I’m trying to be more mindful of my use of it and, way more than enough said.

I also didn’t conquer clutter. Remember back when Marie Condo was first blowing up with her organizing madness? Well, she has some great ideas and I jumped on that bandwagon. But I can’t do no-clutter. Whatever I got rid of during that phase, it was meant to go. That was then, this is now. I just can’t live that way, without cool stuff and creature comforts and whatever all else. I need my stuff, it brings me joy.

I’m still reading about Lincoln, it’s kind of a slow spot in the book, a lot of meandering before the Civil War was fully underway. I’ll push through it. If you decide to read a seven hundred and whatever page book, you’ve got to make up your mind beforehand that it make take some doing.

Such is the case with all lengthy tasks, one thing at a time, one step at a time, until it is completed.

I’m still working on the book. I thought it was done but I’m adding a few pieces to it. I’ve also been blessed to have gotten something of a new toy in the form of an Epson scanner that I can scan 35mm slides and negatives with. This is something that also gives me great joy. I’ll be sharing some of the gems I’m finding over on my other page, the focus of which is photography and poetry.ย 

Here’s a couple of lovely pictures of me (grandmother in the background) from the spring of 1986 (17 ) at my grandparent’s house in So Cal behaving myself wearing a fine five-dollar polo shirt from Miller’s Outpost, paired with a lovely white Shaker Sweater, Lee Jeans, and Puma sneakers. It was the 80s, what can I say. This was the cleaned-up version of me from that era. We were off to the San Diego Wild Animal Park that day, and I’d stayed up all night the night before writing, as was my custom while I lived there. (And is sometimes still my custom.)ย  Anyway, there’s been some fun stuff in the mix.


I’m ready for October, at least, I think I am. I’m ready for cooler weather and falling leaves, apple cider, warm spices, and delicious treats, and all the wonders of the coming season!


A few days ago. Stay cool. Get up. Go on.