Apropos of nothing

Jeez it’s really been a while since I posted anything here. A hearty Sorry about that hereby goes out to anyone who has felt neglected or who gives a good goddamn about what happens or doesn’t happen at this blog.

Status report: everything’s fine, or as close to fine as it ever gets.

The homestead (fabled remote fortified compound Tildebunkport) continues to crumble into decay in that charmingly quiet, unassuming Scandinavian manner. Anybody know someone who would replace the brickwork on the front of my house? For free?

Now that the warm weather’s here, the spouse bikes 20-40 miles/day whenever the weather permits. With all that biking, he’s so conditioned that the last time he took a stress test (last summer) his heart rate never got up to the target rate even after pedaling for a full 30 minutes. The techs finally just gave up and said Yeah, okay, we get the picture, you passed, now get outta here. Showoff.

The offspring are finishing up finals, working long hours, and consequently making some fairly big $$ and feeling the need to blow off some steam & relax — therefore spending as much $$ as possible on repeat viewings of Star Trek, dinner dates @ fancy restaurants & geekware shopping at Microcenter.

As always, my job keeps me v busy, altho these days I’m limiting my OT to no more than 10 hrs/week. Life’s too short, my droogies, in case you hadn’t noticed.
I’m starting to get serious about getting another dog (it’ll be 3 years in August since the passing of the Venerable Pup).

So. Anyway. You get the general idea. For the sake of posting something — anything — today, here’s a hodgepodge o’ stuff from yer adorable old kindly Auntie Tild. Happy Thursday!

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Before I make this next statement, let me just point out that my health is good. I’m doing well. Healthier than ever, really.
Having said that, I realized the other day that even if healthcare reform were to happen tomorrow (which it won’t) if I were to get cancer or some other likely to be fatal disease, I would prefer to go without treatment, with all that that implies, rather than risk my family being driven into bankruptcy by my medical bills.
I mean, really: pay hundreds of thousands of dollars, possibly even millions, to temporarily stave off a disease that’s gonna kill me anyway? I think not. Is there any way I could make this a legally binding directive?

I’m pretty sure it would be a bit beyond the purview of either Compassion and Choices or Death With Dignity, but I think this ought to be a choice a 56 year old person with grown children should be able to make and be assured that her wishes would be respected. Hmm?

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From the Pictures I Did And Then Forgot About file…

Because that’s how the Rude One described him a few months back, and because you all know what a miserably literalist artistic vision your kindly old Auntie Tild has.

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Song Lyrics Interpreted and Improved Upon: a free service from tildology.com!

Today’s improved song lyric:

I Need To Play Far Away*

(original title “Spinning”, by Zero 7, from the album Simple Things)

Was it loneliness that brought you here,
Broken and weak?
Was it tiredness that made you sleep?
Have you lost your will to speak?
Was the earth spinning round?
Were you falling through the ground?
As the world came tumbling down
You prayed to god: what have you done?

Free me from these chains
I need to change my way
Heal these broken wings
I need to play far away
Far away, far away

Was it emptiness that made you weep?
No more secrets to keep
Was it bitterness that gave you time
To forget your self?
Was the earth spinning round?
Were you falling through the ground?
As the world came tumbling down
You prayed to god: what have you done?

Free me from these chains
I need to change my way
Heal these broken wings
I need to play far away

Free me from these thoughts
Long forgotten down below
Take these anxious words
Give them life to carry on
Carry on, carry on
Free me from these chains…

*Well that’s what it ought to be titled. That’s what it sounds like to me, anyway