That time I realized I was in a chat about fiber. Oh, shite. Have we gotten here, already?
Choose Your Own Adventure: Aging
If you’re wondering about the joy of aging, look no further. In today’s entry, I’ll be discussing the onset of the "holy shite, is lighting speed how it happens??" aging process.
My Father. Oh, How He Has Risen.
It’s an interesting view, as a child, to witness the decline of one parent and the subsequent rise of the other as a need for caretaking develops.
When the Holidays look Different
As Rich had his arm halfway up the business end of a turkey this morning, he took a pause, shook his head and said “what am I doing?” Being the ever present person available to offer ways to do things better, I jumped in with a quick what’s wrong? while googling How to Turkey. … Continue reading When the Holidays look Different
The Business of Comfort
I am writing from something that you would more likely expect to see in the control center at SpaceX than in the sticks of central Virginia. This newly built office getup, in which I now live, has more controls and options and comfort than I even knew was possible. What? I shouldn’t be finishing my … Continue reading The Business of Comfort
Places I don’t belong, by Jyl: At the scene of an accident if there is a need for assistance. Escape Rooms, if my input is critical to finishing before the buzzer. The snake house at the zoo. Or anywhere actually. Or, really, in visual range of any reptiles at all as demonstrated by the many … Continue reading Mudgirl
How’d I Get Here? Further After.
Third (and hopefully final) piece in the adventures of my mother and, as we now call it, her vacation. The first two editions of this can be found here and here. I should probably apologize for not posting a follow up to the health adventure we went on with my mother starting in August 2020 … Continue reading How’d I Get Here? Further After.
Seasons of Change
Bruised knee, 1; Jyl, 0. Such an odd holiday season this year! I had some time alone while Rich and the kids were out to dinner with his mother - and while it was truly only a few hours, I think because it was Christmas Eve and not our typical 'pre-Christmas night,' the idea of … Continue reading Seasons of Change
How’d I get here? After
The continuation of https://wordpress.com/post/whichwaysup.blog/1522 This is the second half of a long story. The one that answers, as well as we can, the tough question that comes from my mother periodically - the question we wish we didn't have to answer because it would be so much easier if we had a better answer - … Continue reading How’d I get here? After
How’d I get here? Before.
This is the long story. The one that answers, as well as we can, the tough question that comes from my mother periodically - the question we wish we didn't have to answer because it would be so much easier if we had a better answer - better than, well, that's a long story. I … Continue reading How’d I get here? Before.