Sunday, August 30, 2015

Keith and me as a young couple

AEgina Graham put up a photo of a photo, on facebook, and the comment I put there is below. She couldn't find the real photo again when she went to look in her mom's albums, but this image is enough for me to remember. My kids might like the account. I think the photo is 1979 or early 1980.

We had been a couple for two years. We were four years from getting married. Six years from having Kirby.

That relationship was fully SCA-based at first. We met in a madrigal group. We weren't even living in the same town, so SCA events were our shared space—it's where we lived as a couple.

We sang at campfires. We performed at feasts. We played recorder together in the dark. We had long talks in little cars on dark highways, on the way to or back from Denver, Salt Lake City, Phoenix, Dallas.

In the photo, I most like seeing our hands all touching. In square inches of skin on skin, we might have been setting the world record there for hands-only.

I like seeing Keith's beard, too. smile emoticon
We both had waist-length hair. Mine was braided and tied up in the base scarf under the veil. His was down the back, and his hair was blond then.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

August went away!

The first week of August, Keith and I went to Chama and rode the train with my sister Irene, and our daughter Holly. Holly stayed with us in a rental home just three blocks from the train station. It was wonderful all kinds of ways, but on the middle day, in the train, the last hour and a half or so, I started being ill. That was Wednesday, August 5.

First it seemed like urinary tract problem, but Holly went and fetched pills and cranberry juice, and I was well very quickly.

At home, I got worse and worse until I went to urgent care on Sunday, August 9.
Later in the week I wasn't much better, so I went back and got more and different pills and a codein cough syrup prescribed and bought.

I'm writing this on August 27. Yesterday was the last day of the meds. I can breathe deeply without coughing, and for two days I don't feel low-lung crud. I tire easily and am not as clever as usual. Kind of slow, and I love to sleep.

Keith has been playing a lot of Dr. Mario with me during that time, because while I'm playing, I don't cough. I've wondered about that, but it's very therapeutic. Something about flow, I figure. Attention, shallow breathing, distraction, posture? Between games, I'd cough up some. But it was the most helpful thing of all.

I didn't have the energy to write much about the train trip (and I didn't write it here) but some of the photos are beautiful. It's quite a photogenic situation.

photo of Irene, by Holly

Saturday, August 01, 2015

Korean dramas continue here

This is from Warrior Baek Dong Soo, thirty episodes long, but I watched it twice.

I'm fascinated by the storytelling, the acting, the cinematography, the sets and settings, props and costumes—the historical shows and the modern ones both.

My notes on what I've seen, and on a couple of particular shows, are here:

My favorites so far were both by the same screenwriter, Song Ji-na. One is called Faith, and one is Healer. (I've written about both of them here before, so those titles are links.)

To make certain those are my legitimate favorites, I watched two dozen other shows, and my third favorite is Warrior Baek Dong Soo.