Scooter Saga

When you have disabilities, a sense of humor is important. I wasn't in the habit of laughing during intimate moments with my spouse.  Now that it's essential, more's the pity.  Given a choice of looking at sex as amusing or pathetic, I'll go with amusing. So many issues conspire to make one gravitate toward celibacy. Ataxia often has overwhelming fatigue as a symptom and I would have to say, that's a big one. Although I don't have small children, a schedule or work stresses, I do need my daily nap. I've come to appreciate the benefits of good sleep, so "dead to the world" best describes me after 9 p.m. When Earl comes to bed, I'm usually already asleep—even though it's 9:15 p.m.  There's one of the issues–but then, I have to be honest and admit it always has been. The good news is, I don't have to deal with pain; I'm not certain I could cope with that. The bad news is, we're in our sixties and our parts don't mo

A friend asked, "How is your book going?  What was the outcome of the phone meeting with the consultant?" ( questionnable p unctuation) "Fine, good" was about out of my mouth, when I thought better of it.  The truth is, it's OK–not great, but OK.  I realized that blogging is quite different from writing (duh).   Whil e s tory telling may be a strength, formal writing is not.  I wouldn't ( c ontraction) say I'm a professional editor's worst nightmar e— maybe just a bad dream.  I thought I was doing well by cleaning up my language.  I wanted to be a cooperative client writer, not waste people's time, maximize the potential of my computer software, correct glaring typographical errors and misspellings before relying on humans (run-on sentence) . I was also too close and familiar with the content to dependably edit myself.  Certainly Heidi and Earl had been editing continuously during the past two years, but once I started reorganizing c