Yes, that would be me. I’ve become a general contractor. My good friend Jean taught me to hire myself and pay me well. More on my pay, later.
In the last 24 hours I’ve had visits from a plumber (who couldn’t resolve the problem of a cistern that won’t stop running), the water purifier people, telling me I need a new pump under my sink to fortify the water purifier which needs maintenance all the time, a mason who didn’t fix leaky roof and it kept raining in my living room.
This is going to be a controversial post. I know lots of you out there aren’t going to like it. Maybe I’ll even be wiped from your address book, or as we say today, contact list. But I bet you’ll keep on reading.
No one sets out wanting to be the other woman. We all want to be the woman. But then life happens. [Read more…]
If I ever go on safari (and I hope I will) …Remember to NOT take pictures of wild animals. I don’t want to spend my time trying to capture a fabulous picture of a giraffe when I should be enjoying a live giraffe gamboling right in front of me. I lost too many precious moments of family life because I was fiddling with focus, trying to turn on/off the flash etc. You know exactly what I’m talking about. [Read more…]
The thing that appeals to me about fictional female sleuths is that they are fearless. They are empowered women. They live the life. They are intuitive. And they don’t suffer with getting lost or a bad sense of direction (which is the bane of my life). Female sleuths have a man in their past, but not in their present. [Read more…]
When I was young…the future was the happy Jetsons, a popular TV cartoon, a family flitting about outer space and enjoying a futuristic version of the 1950’s good life. There’s the rub: it was a 50’s idea of the future: a bright place to be. We imagined new medical technogy, a disease free world, time saving devices (saving time for what?) and…flying cars. [Read more…]
If you are getting tired of reading The Dengue Diaries, imagine how I feel living it. This painting captures, for me, the peace and yes, somewhat desultory nature of being sick alone. Perhaps the dog is enjoying a cozy nap, but there is a moment of utter solitude in this picture which speaks to me right now. [Read more…]
In the grand scheme of life, dengue and chinkungunya are nothing. Pfft! There are truly horrible things that people suffer with and die from. Bottom line: it’s not cancer. I’ve lost count of the weeks. It doesn’t matter anymore. I really wish people would stop asking, “Are you still sick?” in an annoyed tone, meaning, haven’t you gotten over it yet? Followed by a grudging, “Well, you look good.” My reply? “I hope you never get dengue or chinkungunya.” [Read more…]
I have adopted one of the habits of today’s young. I wake up and reach for my ipad mini. I quickly scan my Twitter feed to see the breaking news. CNN and The New York Times. What’s happening, what’s trending. Then, I slow the pace and turn to my Instagram feed. [Read more…]
This is the view from my third week of dengue, still in the house, on the couch. Surrender is the hot button on the internet, the “new” cure for all that ails you. But it’s an age old, traditional Zen concept. Some people say surrender, others say acceptance. Surrender seems more active, there is movement, a letting go. Whilst acceptance seems like sitting back, chilling. [Read more…]
It’s been a week since I have taken to my bed. I had a blood test yesterday to determine whether it’s dengue or chinkungunya. Whatever. It all hurts. It all means I’ll be having a tough time for weeks and when it’s over, I won’t be able to so much as sip a glass of wine for six months. That brings me to May 2016. Dengue compromises the liver. [Read more…]