Not that I enjoy expressing sad news to you my loyal readers, but this truly is where the cure is as bad as the disease. A hotel housekeeping supervisor who I have known for a few years passed away last week. I was off on the day it happened and so I learned about it fourth hand and not altogether certain how much I’m conveying is actually the truth.
Tag Archives: Mental Health
The Mind
Science geek here again. This time I’m considering the mind, brain generally, and our perceptions of what we perceive as reality. I’m of an opinion that though everyone might see the same thing, how each individual perceives what he sees are as different as night and day.
Funny Thing About Dreams
I have vivid dreams that are wonderfully crazy and odd and silly. Last night was no exception. I can’t recall how many times I saw giants, flying monkeys, or felt like I was falling endlessly when I was a child.
Why I’m Thankful
Last year it was about Bob and his moment. As you all know, I’m a recovering alcoholic. I celebrated twenty three years of sobriety on November 21st. That was the day I drank my last alcoholic beverage, smoked or took any drugs.
I’M BROKEN
Back in my younger days when I was a functionally dysfunctional alcoholic, going to my outpatient treatment to avoid jail time at the court’s discretion, our counselor always asked us how we were.
Maybe A Solution
I go through Spokane on occasion because I still have appointments to keep.
The other day I drove by apartments that were vacated because they were drug dens, and many people were fed up with these residences.
The consequence? More homelessness than ever.
What Happiness Is
I read a New York Times article that delve into happiness. It’s not just something obscure or esoteric, but something tangible that gives all of us a feeling of importance. But then the question remains, what is happiness?
About Assumptions
Last night, as usual I watched one of my favorite TV series, Nova. It dealt with how one group of people makes assumptions about another group, using varying methods to justify their beliefs or prejudices, using “experts” who may or may not know what they’re talking about, but
What Do We Do Now
Cosmo here. Master has been home all week, and I don’t understand why. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve enjoyed having him home so I can come and go into our home as I please. He continues giving me loves and food, which I require all the time.
At First You Remember, Now You Don’t
I don’t know if I got dementia, or just getting at that stage in life where I’m becoming more forgetful and getting those memory lapses seemingly more often. I read an article about the seven early warnings of dementia.
Jerry Schellhammer 