bogeyandruby

Random stuff, reflections on the meaning of life and death, humour, self-deprecation, a bit of bad poetry.

When I saw my eye surgeon January 14th, he said all was well post vitrectomy and that I could resume work and all activities without restrictions. He also gave me the green light to drive, once the gas bubble in my eye was gone, giving it another two weeks to dissipate. Today is my Independence …

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I’ve received two weird facebook comments in as many days from random people asking me to add them as friends. The most recent one was in response to a YouTube video link of a cover my husband and I recorded, from some dude named Ericus Mandy: « i need to listen to this song, i …

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My singer-songwriter-guitarist husband has an upcoming gig in February that he is really looking forward to. I’m happy for him. He works hard at his craft, is a prolific songwriter and a gifted (and patient) teacher. Since we met, he has generously invited me into the fold, whether to play guitar alongside him or accompany …

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My husband and I tried this exercise where each of us would contribute a line in an effort to write a story. We did it twice and ended both stories when it was obvious they had died a natural death. 🙄 Story #1 I don’t know why the number 12 just popped into my mind. …

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I was in the middle of writing a rant about motivation, or lack thereof, when a good friend, who also happens to be a brilliant scientist, wrote to ask how my retina repair was healing. The repair was done on November 25th for: ten tears and a retinal detachment, macula on. The latter means that …

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Yesterday was the 10 year anniversary of one of the happiest days of my life. I think my husband was a tad disappointed that I didn’t blog about it so I will try to make up for it today. What was so great about it? Some girls are seduced by flowers; all it took for …

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My sister recounted my mother’s sadness, how she burst into tears when it was time for my sister to leave. My sister held her for a few minutes to comfort her and left anyway. To what extent are we responsible for alleviating another’s sadness, particularly if the source of our grief is the same? Do …

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