I try to close my laptop when I am not using it. This photograph is Boa, my cat who died in 2019 at age almost 18. I miss her, even though I love Elwha and Sol Duc.
why I close my laptop
I try to close my laptop when I am not using it. This photograph is Boa, my cat who died in 2019 at age almost 18. I miss her, even though I love Elwha and Sol Duc.
Rocks and water and sand are crunchy. The Olympic Peninsula is crunchy, especially along the shore, but today’s pictures are from a trip a few years ago. Guess where.





For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: crunchy.
I realized I had pneumonia for the fourth time on March 20, 2021. It has been a year and five months now. I do not have an “overarching diagnosis” for why I am so vulnerable to pneumonia, though not for lack of trying. I have seen twenty specialists since 2012, including four pulmonologists.
Most specialists dismiss me as soon as their tests don’t fit me into one of their boxes.
I have one now who is not dismissing me. He referred me to the Mayo Clinic. They did not call back when I did a self referral three months ago nor when my primary care physician referred me. However, they called within a week of his referral.
Mayo Clinic called yesterday. I may need a prior authorization or something, I have a number to call today.
I am healing. I still am on oxygen for singing, flute, night and heavy exercise, but pulmonary rehabilitation is working. I have built up steadily on the treadmill for 6 weeks. I have 5-6 more. Many of the pulmonary rehabilitation people are on oxygen and will not get off oxygen, so I am an outlier here too.
I feel better than I have in seven years, since the 2014 pneumonia. I had strep A pneumonia in 2012 and 2014 and really did not fully heal after 2014. I was tired all the time. I think I went back to work too soon and just did what I could. Not returning to work is helping immensely. I can’t return anyhow, unless the Mayo Clinic or someone figures out my “overarching diagnosis” and how to make me less vulnerable to pneumonia. Seems unlikely after 19 years. My first round was influenza in 2003. Maybe choosing a different career than primary care would have made a difference, though maybe I would not have survived a pneumonia without being a primary care doctor. We aren’t supposed to treat ourselves, but if no one believes us, well, there is not much choice, is there?
The photograph is from a beach hike in November 2021.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: heal.
Hale hale the gang’s all here
wrong hale, it’s a hale of a thing
but it should be hail
the same sort that falls from the sky
but on the other foot, hale hale
anyone who has survived the pandemic
is more hale than those who haven’t
so hale hale for the gang still here


For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: hale.
Let’s dance!
You know what?
I want to get remarried. Add that, Beloved, to me wanting someone to love and to love someone.
Commit, damn it.
And that is what I now want. Thank you recent ex for showing me what I want.
I want to be myself from the start.
I want to notice bullshit and walk away before we get involved.
I don’t want to be controlled, I don’t want to control, I want a partner.
I don’t want to be enabled, I don’t want to enable, I want mutual respect and caring.
I am not your shrink, you are not my shrink, and if one of us needs a shrink, we should find one.
I want to notice lies and walk away before we get involved.
I want to speak up if you tell me lies, or I want to back away for good.
I want to be loved and I want to love. By the same person, damn it.
Hear my prayer, Beloved. Hello, universe. Here I am.
even stone can crack
under great pressure
under great heat
under great force
under water
water?
yes, water
water wearing the surface
water rolling the rocks against each other
water wearing the cliffs and the trees fall down
even stone can crack
under great pressure
under great heat
under great force
under water
___________________
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: crack.
I think of you daily
when I clean the catbox
you poopyhead you
____________________
8/2/22
I had a friend during the pandemic. A very close friend. The friendship developed over a year.
It ran into trouble. I got my fourth pneumonia. He said, “I need to return to my real life.” I should have walked away, but he had promised. “We will always be friends.”
The adult part of me knows that always and never are lies. But the small child connection to the Self wants to believe, oh so badly. The adult notes “That is a lie. You are lying to yourself, because I don’t believe always or never.”
The child has eternal hope.
A year later, abandonment. The adult is cynically unsurprised. The small child part weeps.
And my church is melting down. Me too. I wrote a peace poem and promptly got into a fight. Devil’s fall up to angels and then they fall down again. A peace poem sets me up to fail. The ends don’t justify the means and I may resign from the church.
The fallout from the pandemic is only starting. Everyone is grieving, everyone is hair trigger.
Peace you and anything you have lost in this Pandamnit.
I forgive you faster then past trauma
choose to let go of all the drama
you told me that I should let go
I am letting go of you and want you to know
I am letting go of all the past trauma
family fighting, intolerance, stupid drama
breathe in love, breathe out love
peace be with you, olive branch and dove
let the fight or flight gently fall away
breathe in peace and air all your day
breathe slowly, five out, five in
muscles relax and face in a grin
sending love whether you respond or not
forgiveness for harm and grief and loss, all rot
I am choosing peace and choosing to breathe slow
your friendship is deeply valued, I hope you know
peace you peace me peace all our friends
kindness is contagious and laughter among friends
I still have hope in the earth, breathing in and out
peace earth, moon, sun, peace within and without
This is from Marrowstone Island. Is the island giving birth to these mysterious balls? Some are basketball size. The rocks look like dinosaur bones as well.


For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: ball.
BLIND WILDERNESS
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