Author Archives: Catherine

Unbelievable. And yet. I think the amazing part of the story, really, is that I let my guard down yet again. I… maybe I've been a bit preoccupied by my new life with Meniere's disease. Maybe I've been a little … Continue reading →

If this keeps up, I'm going to have to create an off-shoot blog, tentatively titled "Half A Bubble Off: My life with Meniere's Disease." So yesterday I went to see the Ear Nose Throat guy. This is the appt I've … Continue reading →

Just yesterday I was so incredibly happy– almost borderline euphoric– because I felt SO normal! I didn't feel dizzy at all. I did wildly risky things, like bending down to get something from a low cupboard, and standing on a … Continue reading →

This morning feels at last like the first morning of summer. I guess that's fitting because of the solstice last night (or on Saturday?). But since school ended ten days ago, one would have expected this feeling a little sooner. … Continue reading →

OKay, this is a really strange turn of events. On Wednesday, just as I was finishing up my round of augmentin (hard core antibiotics), in the middle of the afternoon, my left ear sort of clogged up. It stopped hearing … Continue reading →

I do love Elias dearly. He is an incredibly sweet, darling little cherub. He loves to "squeeze the love outta" me. His cheeks are rosy and kissable, skin inexpressibly soft. His blue eyes always atwinkle and his cornsilk blond locks … Continue reading →

She's back. Yes. Our so-called cat has returned again. On the plus side, she doesn't seem to need anything amputated or any sort of veterinary care that would cause a $1000 vet bill. On the negative, she's totally emaciated again. … Continue reading →

I don't have time to read much, which is a continuing source of mild melancholy in my life. My scant personal time is devoted to exercising, critical errands, and what little housework I can complete in the remaining four minutes. … Continue reading →

I'm reminded of this scene the cinematic masterpiece, "Cabin Boy," in which some sort of sleezy person tells the cabin boy that "She'll clean your pipes nine ways to Sunday, know what i mean?" And the cabin boy (a grown … Continue reading →

Looks like we have had tried the wrong string instrument with the wrong boy. Yesterday we finally gave up on Isaac's cello career. (Washed up at age 6! Oh well, there's always science.) He's been miserable since about lesson two, … Continue reading →