To have the climate change, democracy endangered, a whole cultural way of thinking change, and pandemic sweep the world — well, it’s too much but we just keep going.

It wasn’t until I was trying to explain why I wasn’t giving her proper understanding with my predicament with sciatica and why I refused all ambulance transport that I realized what I wasn’t quite letting be conscious. Today’s Montana health system has been literally bought by a big corporation that…

Very bad ear infection last winter. Turned away from the Valier clinic. Never healed entirely. They didn’t deny treatment — they wanted me to go to the hospital thirty miles away. Recurrence on 1/21 Respiratory. Caught at the clinic when I went for my booster. Recovered on my own. Sciatica…

FIRST, there is the work you need to have done in the past to prepare for now as best can be figured out looking back. SECOND, there is what needs to be done right now. THIRD, trying to figure out what comes need next. FIGURE OUT REGRETS BUT DON’T LINGER OVER THEM. It ain’t easy. Don’t worry about what others do.

I have no idea how many days I’ve survived in spite of sciatic, near-paralysis, profound cold, but it has been work. More about this later. I AM surviving.

“The English “work” has an Indo-European stem werg-, via Greek ergon, meaning deed or action without punitive connotations; and Latin urgere, to press, bear down upon or compel” “Old English macian “to give being to, give form or character to, bring into existence; construct, do, be the author of, produce…

Since I was a little kid, I’ve wondered what “work” was. My dad was on the road all week as a representative for Pacific Supply Wholesale company, encouraging morale and connections. I didn’t get that because no one explained “wholesale.” I didn’t understand that purchasing came in layers or that…

Sex/love interacts with terrain/travel. The first is often used as a marker for success which is how it became entangled with profit. The second is access to food, which along with sex, drives the existence of the species. Profit is balanced with “enough”. To not have enough is to end…

Until 1961 I was a thoughtful, funny, “poochie” (my mother’s word — she meant “pouchie”. She disapproved of my figure.) sort of unremarkable young woman who was not likely to be much of a figure in the sex/love games leading to marriage. I disliked the possibilities on offer. I was…