humanity
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Memories: 30 March 2026
30 March 2026 At 6:12 pm I received a call from a friend who recently had knee surgery, then only 6 weeks later a colonoscopy. Today she received a call from her surgeon that did the knee surgery that her knee is not thriving so he wants to “cut off her leg “. Her knee has improved from 60 per cent to 95 percent but they say unless she gets to 96 per cent they will cut her leg off.
By Archived User4 years ago in Journal
Memories: 29 March 2026
29 March 2026 10:27 am I awaken from very detailed complex drama about a neighbour of my former friend gifting me clothes and a huge white denim Calvin Klein bag. Another former woman friend whom I have had zero contact with for 11 years was involved in sorting and gifting me the clothes.
By Archived User4 years ago in Journal
Memories: 28 March 2026
28 March 2026 7:26 am awake. In pain. But not too severe. (Or rather, I am getting used to it). I was up only twice during the night to pee so my bladder is calming down to its usual “normal”. I slept well too. Without cpap still, as my face is still swollen and sore. I feel calmer too.
By Archived User4 years ago in Journal
Memories: 26 March 2026
26 March 2026 7:12 am I woke up after two hours sleep. I needed to pee yet again. Last pee was at 5 am. Prior to that 4:14 am and hourly all night long. My kidneys are working hard at flushing out the medications, infection etc. Breath foul and metallic but pain somewhat less. I took two more Panadols at 5 am. This was the longest sleep I had last night.
By Archived User4 years ago in Journal
Wade in the Water
Wade in the Water Descending three sets of stairs at the big country house in silence had become a well practiced morning routine. I padded through the living room and eased the heavy double-hung wooden doors closed behind me, shuffled down three brick steps and walked straight out to the car. Outside, the scene was illuminated by a late moon, simmering low in the pre-dawn sky, its reflection spread out over the cliffs and the bay like a beckoning path to some other place. I had learned to witness these transient moments with reverence - with the chance that beauty itself could diminish fear, the dark, the cold or, perhaps, the permanent scarring of being homeless on my soul.
By Carol Nethen West4 years ago in Journal
America’s Oil Diplomacy Has Been Broken Down
Silently New Mega deals worth hundred and hundreds of billions was newly established between China and some Middle East countries ,and some drastic changes are now in place and set up between China and Saudi Arabia.. History has been made
By Estalontech4 years ago in Journal
Daily Reflections
12/10-11/2022 The Devil is In the Anxiety There is a kind of twisted up beleaguered impatience in our culture. It’s been building for quite some time, this slow exchange of peace and dignity for convenience. It has many identities, respective to varying and particular demographic expressions of it.
By Andrew Rockman4 years ago in Journal
Memories: 18 March 2026
18 March 2026 6:36 am … The back of the grimoire. With the copper flower embellishments. I am also making reinforcements for the holes on the paper for inside the book from pink glitter faux leather fabric I bought ages ago at Reverse Garbage.
By Archived User4 years ago in Journal
Daily Reflections
12/09/2022 Make Your Mood Immediately, and I mean immediately, a co-worker was in a bit of snit. By a bit, I mean short for bitter. As if the angel, Vitriol had opened the door to the shop for them. One of those moods you can see coming on their face from across a dark room. I tried to avoid stepping into the path. Sadly, I was the only other person in that early. You know, like in the movies when the bully drunk enters the saloon and stares you down, you look around in the feigning hope that they’re eyeballing someone else, and find yourself alone under some kind of spotlight with no obvious or logical source. But I knew I was going to have to face this one down. If not right now, sooner or later.
By Andrew Rockman4 years ago in Journal
Letters to My Son
You may have noticed—as my mother certainly did—that I haven't kept up my end of the bargain with the daily updates. Although I understand my mother's frustration with my writing pace, I only recently had the correct address to send mail, so I didn't see the point in building up more of a stockpile. I had no news, no way to contact you, and only so much desire to process your absence "out loud" once I noticed that far more people read these posts than our immediate family (yes, I know that's the entire point). It was only then that I realized that these open letters were as much for her—and others—as they are for you.
By Tawn Krakowski4 years ago in Journal
