“Are you still writing about movies?” a Cranky Lesbian reader asked me today, so I finally updated the site to let Cranky followers know most of what’s been keeping me busy. Little of it will be new to people who check in here, except that I plan to move my reviews to a new URL […]
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I’m too tired to make a story out of this, but here’s what happened today for anyone who is curious. What one therapist giveth, another taketh away. This morning kicked off with another speech therapy session, and the SLP’s first order of business was to share the report from last week’s swallow test. It reiterated
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Any bets on whether the PT evaluation will finally happen tomorrow morning? More importantly, what are the odds I’ll see John McEnold again? That’s the name I’ve privately given a frail, elderly man who optimistically shows up to physical therapy dressed like John McEnroe at Wimbledon circa 1981 — right down to the red headband
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It’s been a while since I’ve shared any photos of small, stupid things, so here’s an unsatisfying morsel (or three) to chew on before I go do weekend-y things. Let’s start with an upcoming project. Thrift stores, neighborhood groups and online marketplaces are great sources of old, cheap miniature houses, and this week I acquired
When my maternal grandma died, I bought an iPad. “My grief tablet,” I jokingly called it, a $300-something model on sale at Costco that was quite a splurge for me at that time. The Kindle Fire my ex had given me years earlier still worked perfectly, but its capabilities were comparatively limited and it periodically
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It was obvious from his profile photo that Octavius, the Lyft driver assigned to take me to the hospital for yesterday’s swallow study, was a flaming homosexual.* Still, I was unprepared for what greeted me as I opened the door to his SUV and he launched into a carefully choreographed routine. Todrick Hall’s “Queen” was
There will be no jocularity or linguistic sleight of hand this evening, just a shallow sigh of resignation (since I’m not currently as skilled at deep breaths) as we get this out of the way: the barium swallow study ended prematurely because — surprise, surprise — there was a problem. No, I didn’t choke in
I’m heeding Labelle’s advice and (mostly) taking the night off, though I’ll ignore their commandment to disrobe since the living room window is open and I don’t give it up for free — if you want to be traumatized by my nudity, you’ll have to date me or subscribe to my OnlyFans like anyone else.
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Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: there was another PT scheduling snafu today that meant I only saw the speech-language pathologist. The first time, I was understanding. This morning… I was still understanding, despite my exasperation, because the SLP had just asked me to schedule four more appointments with her. Since I’ll be
There comes a moment in almost every Carlos Alcaraz match where I wonder if I’m Pam Ewing. It happened near the end of the fifth set today, when he robbed Sascha Zverev right in front of the Coupe des Mousquetaires. (As Andy Roddick tweeted, “This was CINEMA.”) He served for the match a few minutes