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From Fly Creek

January 2, 2014

How good to be back!


 In once sense, it doesn’t much matter. All of these disorders are incurable, irreversible, degenerative, terminal. (What can be controlled, to varying degrees, are their symptoms; the eighteen tablets and capsules I take per day do a pretty good job of that.)

But final determination of just which of the bozos has been at work has to wait for an autopsy, and I’m not inclined to rush toward that.

What can be noted, however, is what diagnosticians call “the maturing of symptoms”: i.e. the way they multiply and get worse.

 And that’s where my dear bride and I are these days. We both watch the symptoms; and, in many ways, Anne’s observations are more important and objective than mine. I’m inside this thing, you see; and so my grasp of what’s going on, especially cognitively, isn’t as trustworthy as her’s. God bless my care partner!

More about this later, but recent new symptoms are starting to narrow thee field of possibilities. Soon, maybe, I’ll have a tentative name for what’s been creeping along behind me.

And so here I am, old friends, with more balance problems, more diverting hallucinations, occasional speech sloppiness, and a memory that behaves like the front end of a glacier. But for now, friends, there’s plenty enough left of me to visit with you again. Oh, how I’ve missed that!

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    July 24, 2014

  • 'They were out of step but Jim!' All right, skip the drolleries about the headline. The quote is actually the title of a 1918 song by Irving Berlin, who, with George M. Cohan and other songsmiths, was producing patriotic pieces by the dozen as the Yanks were going "Over There!"

    June 19, 2014

  • Replanting has taken root Lots of boxes still to be unpacked and stuff to be put on shelves and into closets, but Anne's and my shift into Cooperstown is almost done. We're securely replanted at 24 Delaware Street and already feeling at home.

    May 8, 2014

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    April 17, 2014

  • Let not thy left hand know That headline's a Bible allusion, trenchant advice not to preen when doing good: "But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth." Amen, I say.

    March 6, 2014

  • How good to be back! "Tis I, the Spirit of a Thousand Columns Past, back after a twelve-month silence to talk at you again in the flesh!"

    January 2, 2014

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    December 5, 2013

  • Rolling toward a stop I’m slowing down, friends, rolling toward a stop for this column. The best way to describe my reason is through an analogy: I want you to think of me as a horse-drawn wagon and driver â€" not just as the driver, but as the whole shebang.

    December 27, 2012

  • Giving gnomes a home Whack a mole, if you must, but never a gnome. You'd enrage those who dote on them. And there are many such people, though maybe not as many as gnomes. Gnomes are everywhere.

    November 29, 2012