My roses were rusty.
Past-me is surprised that Present-me even just typed that sentence. But it’s true:
My roses were rusty. And it sucked. Continue reading
Around February 14, 2013, I marked seven years of remission from Multiple Sclerosis.
If you’re wondering what that means, well… It’s complicated. Multiple Sclerosis is an annoying, persistent, enigma of a disease. Like many women, I was diagnosed with the Relapsing/Remitting form, meaning I experience discrete attacks, and in between I get better (but not always entirely). The attacks = relapses, and the periods in between = remissions.
Really! We’re ready for you.
Took a few months, but we now have a front door that doesn’t make us sad. With a rebuilt (by Trent!) spider-proof threshhold, new paint, a new lock, a shiny new kickplate, and a weirdo-proof curtain over the window.
Nevermind that there’s ACTUALLY a door in FRONT of this one that you have to knock on FIRST to come visit us — you get the point. Our door is always open.
Shit. That’s not actually true, either…
Anyway, new door looks good.
I give you:
The replay of our frozen week in Washington, D.C. and Detroit, in words and pictures that cannot truly express how cold I was.
But alright… Hyperbole aside, let’s start with the basics. We chose to take this dual-city trip at this (particularly ludicrous) time for three main reasons: