Places I don’t belong, by Jyl: At the scene of an accident if there is a need for assistance. Escape Rooms, if my input is critical to finishing before the buzzer. The snake house at the zoo. Or anywhere actually. Or, really, in visual range of any reptiles at all as demonstrated by the many … Continue reading Mudgirl
Trigger warning: By "floodgates," I mean butthole. This is the story of my official welcome party to the over fifty set... Why write about something so personal? Because if you are over fifty, you should also be doing this. Do not be one of the many caught down the road with a scare or a … Continue reading The Floodgates to Fifty.
This is probably the first time in I can't remember how long that I did not have a blog in the works at least five days before my normal post-time of Monday evenings. I have to say, it didn't feel great! Or, maybe, it shouldn't feel great. Right? I've been super 'on time' with my … Continue reading The Puzzle of Turning 50
Pre-blog disclaimer: This is about turning 50. There was a time in my life that I really didn't think I would make it all the way to 50 - which means I feel like posting this four days prior is a serious test of karma. If the ship goes down sometime between now and then … Continue reading Shoot me a 5(oh)
Third (and hopefully final) piece in the adventures of my mother and, as we now call it, her vacation. The first two editions of this can be found here and here. I should probably apologize for not posting a follow up to the health adventure we went on with my mother starting in August 2020 … Continue reading How’d I Get Here? Further After.
Bruised knee, 1; Jyl, 0. Such an odd holiday season this year! I had some time alone while Rich and the kids were out to dinner with his mother - and while it was truly only a few hours, I think because it was Christmas Eve and not our typical 'pre-Christmas night,' the idea of … Continue reading Seasons of Change
The continuation of https://wordpress.com/post/whichwaysup.blog/1522 This is the second half of a long story. The one that answers, as well as we can, the tough question that comes from my mother periodically - the question we wish we didn't have to answer because it would be so much easier if we had a better answer - … Continue reading How’d I get here? After
This is the long story. The one that answers, as well as we can, the tough question that comes from my mother periodically - the question we wish we didn't have to answer because it would be so much easier if we had a better answer - better than, well, that's a long story. I … Continue reading How’d I get here? Before.