How do you consider the wins and losses of this particular day? The body seems at the center. The main event, as it were, involved in the 20 meters of pathway between Jane's car and the front door to the Triple 0 Café, Half Moon Bay. I have not walked for a week. There is method in this neuromuscular madness. See earlier reports on the tendon. Yes, it is still sore. And my agreement with at least one of my physical medicine team was not to walk at all. Still, something in me could not resist. So Read more [...]

"Loose Ends" reads the title of my brother's morning email. My first assumption, that he is bored and casting about for something to do, proves false. He is right on top of it, his life. No, what he's saying is that there are a few things that still need attention from his recent visit. That's all. The loose ends, or being at loose ends, are entirely my own. Sunday morning. A trip to San Francisco imminent, and after an all-day Caltrain experience, the chances are I will be tired. So what now? What Read more [...]

Languid. Summer, in effect, even if it is early May. An afternoon that seems mindless, even if it isn't. Jane and I doing nothing much of anything. Lunch seeming like a major effort. And the livin' is easy. Bit of news, of course. I see it going something like this, the first email: PAUL & JANE ARE GETTING MARRIED Save the date: 28 July 2013 (in San Francisco) Save the whales, while you're at it. Save yourself the trouble, if you live in the UK, because we're there for three weeks Read more [...]

It's easy to drift into a nap, of an afternoon...and not easy. An excessive flutter of extroverted activity is enough to exhaust anyone, I always say. Particularly of the practical nature. My brother, not one to sit around, rose from his Seattle armchair the other day, declared his intention to drop in on me, and did so, with remarkable haste. Plunging me into practicalities, the very ones I am drowning in anyway, and clearly need help with. But now, with a human witness present, there is no escape. Read more [...]

Tendon. While, it is not a particularly intimate or erotically charged part of human anatomy, one doesn't want it on a menu. Yet there it was, staring at me, while I had a time-killing Chinese lunch at the restaurant next door to California Rehabilitation Equipment, Sunnyvale. Downright creepy, it was. No way around it, fried tendon, fricassee of tendon, even baked, however essential this body part may be to physical medicine, its presence in a list of stirfry options...well, it is enough to put Read more [...]

I am hurtling home from the Caltrain station, proceeding at speed up Santa Cruz Ave., main drag of this, my burg. All this "hurtling" and "at speed" occurs entirely inside my head, of course. Still, my wheelchair can move faster than the average human pace, and this I find gratifying. Equally, I find it maddening when some human blocks my forward progress. I am the battery-powered king of the road, or at least the footpath, and I want this joker out of my way. The latter proves to be a man of Read more [...]