Author: jackiella

Well I did do a number on my back or side to be exact. Then to exacerbate the issue they found pneumonia and fluid in my right lung--visiting the cancer I guess. But I'm on those antibiotics that choke a horse and  give you horse trots too. I've been a good girl and staying quiet… Continue reading I’m Back–sorta!

Arrived here around 3pm and just beat the rain. And rain it did! Buckets and torrents, pitchforks and hammerhandles--whatever cliche you can think of it did that. My room is next to and a  little above the ceiling of I think the chapel. It is covered with large stones and gravel and  now looks like… Continue reading Holy Wisdom Monestery

At  8 o'clock this morning the beeping began from the trucks backing up and going forward laying the blacktop that will give us a driveway without huge pot holes and garage lips that act like Niagara Falls when it rains. They aren't quite in front of my place yet but it seems like they will… Continue reading Hurray – The Pavers are Here

It's really Fall and that means lots of football. But there is still the ending of the golf and baseball seasons around the same time and today was an example of Sunday's game day driving me nuts. The Packers played at 12:00, the Brewers at 12:05 and Golf was changing over to network at 12:30.… Continue reading Oh Tiger We’re Glad to See You!

After three days of rain, the sun came out yesterday and the Paver People finished laying the gravel and filling up that huge deep pool at the entrance from Harper Drive. I even went out yesterday, walker and all. Eric helped me to the curb after traversing two lawns and three rough gravel stretches. Eric… Continue reading One More Step Left

- VOTE 11/6/2018 -   As the little guy on Love Boat used to yell The Boat, The Boat, I am being carried on the endless moving sea toward shore. I got thinking this morning that my health has been fairly stable (for me) and I'm feeling good BUT that damn tide keeps rolling forward… Continue reading The Tide, The Tide

I just read a blog entry about dragons--Let There Be Dragons--from a guide of mine. It struck a chord, and I decided to free-write a bit and see where it goes. I like the ideas in the article--our dragons are ourselves, of course, through procrastination, self-doubt, and giving in to the old dragon--Writers' Block! What… Continue reading Dragons on our Path

Peace? . . . instead, I’m going to tell you that back bench slug doesn’t deserve to grip and grin he wasn’t the best boy and now he is embedded in our whitest house using a death-knock with rhetoric to North Korean leader Kim Jong Un using South Korean President Moon Jae-in as a puppet… Continue reading Peace?

I smoked my first cigarette when I was eleven  years old. After that, I sneaked cigarettes from my mother’s purse and, I could sometimes go into the drug store and buy a pack of Camels by saying my mother sent me. By the time I was fifteen I was smoking openly, buying cigarettes and going… Continue reading The Smoking Gun in my Lungs

Simon has an open wound in his mouth. They say it is a tumor, a terrifying word, and one that brings the idea of death into the room and into our lives. Simon doesn’t complain; he thinks it is all a part of his life and probably everyone has it—the pain, the inability to eat,… Continue reading . . . and the days dwindle down