Archive for March, 2011

Home at last!

Wednesday, March 30th, 2011

Home, home again

I like to be here when I can.

And when I come home cold and tired

 It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire.

Yes…I am home!  And I apologize for the delay in getting this blog entry posted.  The problem is the I’ve lost some cognitive coordination, and even worse, coordination of my fingers.  I say worse because given a choice I’d rather be a little wacky upstairs than struggle with something I’ve done for 30 years super-hero style.  Figure something like clicking a mouse with your index finger, but your middle finger clicks instead.  Or forgetting where the keys on a keyboard are.  I hope it will come back.  Crazy, huh?   I think I’ll need a personal secretary to dictate my blogs to.  Oh yeah…I have a personal secretary already.  Thanks Kasey!

I will post again soon.  I promise.  I’d like to share the post-treatment effects I am experiencing.  As well as my “Flock Of Seagulls” hair style.

Peace and love,


Once again I am astounded…

Friday, March 18th, 2011

…by the friendship and support from everyone around me.

A bunch of friends have put together a raffle where someone will win an iPad 2.  The proceeds will go towards helping us out in a couple of ways.  They have also setup and way for others to get involved with selling the raffle tickets within their own circle of friends. 

See the details on the link at the right under “Want To Help?” 

Thank you friends.  Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you.

Peace and love to all,


(Posted from an iPad)

Blimey! There’s a Leprechaun in my soup!

Thursday, March 17th, 2011

Today was a nice day here in Boston.  Spring-like.  Or should I say “Irish Spring?”  (remember that commercial with the Irish boat captain that cuts a slice out of a bar soap to show us how “fresh” it was?)

When I came up out of the bunker from the proton accelerator, I followed the sunshine and turned left instead of right.  I ended up wandering around the downtown area like a tourist.  I saw old churches, cobblestone streets, and more than one Irish pub getting ready for the big night.  You might even say that for those two or three hours that I felt almost….”normal”.  I didn’t want to stop walking.  But after 3+ miles of wandering I felt I was definitely pushing my luck.  So I made my way back to my place and now it’s 6 hours later…and I was right.  I totally overdid it. 

It was a fair trade.  Feeling normal for a while was worth being totally exhausted and feeling a bit green.  (get it?  green?  hahha…Irish joke). 

Five more trips to the proton bunker!

Happy St. Patty’s Day!!!