Yes! Yet another incurable disease! Although after taking almost 20 years to diagnose, I suppose I’ll have a better chance at effective pain management.

Then after that news I find out that someone very instrumental to the local manifestation of the AIM was found dead in the river this morning, and although I didn’t know him personally, he was way too young and that was way too close to a place I hold very dear in my heart.

So anyhow, I’m on my third beer and trying really hard not to feel like a victim or like a handicap cripple, but Jesus Christ. I have a hard life.

All the more reason to do what I want when I want. Days without pain are rare gems. Nights of restfull sleep are unconscionably rare. FTW!

But I got snowshoes for Christmas. WIN!


Tarte Tatin

I made quince tarte tatin on Saturday, and low and behold, what should be mentioned on this week’s episode of Pan Am? Oh yeah. I have my finger on the pulse of the collective. I also read that flipped ponytails were seen on fall runways. I’m not sure if this is true, but that was my default summer hairstyle, if I had it out of a clip. I imagine some weirdo from L.A. being inspired by the quaint mountain hippies in Mt. Shasta. Now, if I can just bring back the Chessa Davis style maxi skirts…