As much as I am loath to willingly give any corporate entity access to my DNA, several years of GI antics made me finally relent and sign up to do the EverlyWell food sensitivity test.
Turns out I have a very high sensitivity to cow’s milk, and a moderate sensitivity to yogurt. Neither of these were very surprising to me. I switched to lactose-free milk years ago, and generally try to avoid food that contains significant dairy. The yogurt one is challenging, because I eat Greek yogurt for breakfast almost every day, and occasionally in the afternoons as a snack. So I need to figure out a way to minimize my yogurt intake while still finding a good source of protein.
The testing process itself was interesting. You poke your finger with a lancet and then drip the blood into these little circles on a collection card. If your blood doesn’t flow like wine, you squeeze and mangle your finger until it relents and pays bloody homage to the collection card. This is referred to as “milking your finger for more blood,” a phrase I had never heard before and one that sounds straight out of a Lovecraft story.
So now you know how to poison me and make it look like an accident. Please do not use this knowledge for evil. If you kill me I will have no problem haunting you until the end of your days, and maybe even longer after that.
Last weekend we traveled to the Indiana Dunes for an end-of-summer mini-vacation. The goal was to get away for a bit and relax, since the summer had been long and a little taxing. We booked a quiet Airbnb near the beach, we hiked, we went to the beach, we read, and we ate good food. It was exactly what I wanted, and, more importantly, needed.
It’s funny: before planning for this trip, I had never heard of the Dunes. I’ve lived in Ohio my whole life, and not only do I usually forget that there are these large lakes north of me, but also that they have beaches. Pretty beaches, even. I’d like to go back again, in the dead of summer, so that I can properly frolic in the water. It was, uh, a little too cool for frolicking for my taste.
When in Dune country ones sees lots of things that declaim the word “Dune.” It makes sense given it’s a national park, and because some percentage of a population are always passionate about where they live. But this appealed to the scifi nerd in me, because up there it’s all about the Dune. Signs pointing tourists towards various Dune sites. Vanity license plates using “Dune” in some “clever” fashion. Shirts, postcards, and tchotchkes that talk about the Dune life, Dune country, etc. Like a dusty airport (spaceport?) souvenir shop on Arrakis.
I take less photos these days, mostly because Jess takes a lot, and she also has a much better eye for composition than I do. Regardless, here are a few from me.
Apparently I was a tad premature last week when I gently poked fun at Kirby and his stylish but affordable headwear. What we thought was an eye infection was in fact the early symptoms of a herniated disc in his neck, which is… well, a bit more serious.
I will spare everyone the full saga, but Kirby began acting weirder over the next couple of days, which saw us spend the day two Wednesdays ago at MedVets in Dayton and Cincinnati, and it all culminated with Kirby having surgery on Thursday. That Thursday was also the day of my move out of my apartment and into Jess’s house. It really gave a nice boost to the ol’ anxiety and stress levels.
It was a long, long week.
The good news is that Kirby is ten days into a four week recovery period, and is feeling much better. He’s down to prednisone once a day, in the mornings, so we’re no longer having to wake up multiple times in the night to take him out. I feel like I am finally able to breathe again. And I am so glad that fucking July is in the rear view mirror.
So the moral of this story is don’t make fun of your dog’s cone head, even if it’s super hilarious, because karma, as the saying goes, is a bitch.
Last night, while watching the season finale of STRANGER THINGS (so good!), we noticed Kirby was having trouble opening one eye. He was able to partially open it, and looked like he was just repeatedly winking at us, like a lecher with a nervous tic.
We were concerned it might be an eye scratch, which can potentially be serious, as it can lead to a fucking ulcer, and potentially blindness — Jess knew this, by the way, not me, as she is wise and experienced in all things pupper related, and I am, uh, not even remotely — so we got dressed and took Kirby to the critter ER.
Fortunately, it was not an eye scratch, but the beginnings of an eye infection, which is not nearly as bad. Kirby got an antibiotic, eye cream, and puppy painkillers. He also got a cone for his head, which he was… not thrilled about.
Kirby is feeling better today, although he will continue to be the world’s unhappiest satellite dish for another couple of days.
GLIDE, the art and literary zine published by the Wright Library and which includes my short story, “A Brief Detour,” has now been made available online. “A Brief Detour” begins on page 8. I am honored for it to share the page with this gorgeous painting by artist Ovidiu Ervin Gruia.
And here is photo of me awkwardly holding a copy of GLIDE at the release reception last month.
The turnout for the reception was larger than I think anyone expected. There was an open mic for contributors to read bits of their work, which many took advantage of. The range of artists and work was a nice surprise, especially given that Oakwood is not the most diverse of communities. It was a fun way to spend a couple of hours.
The Wright Library in Oakwood turned 80 this year, and to celebrate they will be publishing an art and literary zine, GLIDE, on April 26. I have a short story that will be included; a secret history entitled “A Brief Detour” about the Wright brothers, Dayton, and time travel. It was fun to write and I am happy to have it be a part of GLIDE.
Wright Library is holding a release reception for GLIDE on Friday, April 26 from 7-8:30pm. Print copies will be available for anyone interested. An online version will also be published. I’ll share the link once it’s up.
I am planning to be at the reception for a bit, so feel free to swing by and say hi if you’re in the area.
I can’t adequately express how happy I am that spring is here. The sun absolutely killed it today, shining all day long, and making it warm enough that I didn’t need a coat.
We spent most of the weekend in Cincinnati, taking in a show — Iron & Wine, accompanied by the Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra — and bumming around downtown. We walked across the bridge to Roebling Point Books in Kentucky, where I picked up a gorgeous old Heritage Press copy of 20,000 LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA.
It was really nice to be out and about. The city felt like it was waking up from a long hibernation. A lot of people were out, and the atmosphere just felt livelier. The worst part about living in Ohio, for me, is the lack of regular sunlight in the winter months. The cold, while not pleasant, I can handle — but the grey skies just sap me of my energy, affect my mood. Today, though, was different, brighter. Tomorrow is supposed to be grey and rainy, but at least today it felt like the season switch had finally been flipped.