My mom in Houston got 60 days’ notice that her apartment building was being torn down. My sister helped her through a whirlwind decision-making cycle, resulting in a move just one week later on Nov 8. I felt helpless to assist from Illinois, until I checked air fares, which weren’t too bad, so I flew down Nov 6 for a crazy week. Even though Mom doesn’t have a ton of stuff in her clutter-free, well-organized one bedroom apartment, and she is blessed with enough savings and early-move cash incentives to afford to pay for packers, movers, and unpackers (holy cow, that was nice), still, moving is a pain, and I was very glad to be able to help. I owe her karmically for my two [read more...]

I seriously injured my back about 2 months ago now, and my recovery has been a bunny hop: two hops forward, one hop back. I knew I was ready to write a blog post again finally when the thought of putting on pink lipstick and my roommate’s bunny ears for a picture didn’t confuse or overwhelm me. (For the record, my roomie is RIDICULOUSLY cute in the bunny ears with her matching pink hair.) To make a long story as short as I’m capable of (not very), I’ve been having rolling compensation re-injuries climbing steadily up my back. The first injury was basically compression in my tailbone, so I compensated by shifting pressure up a few vertebrae, which then injured them, but not quite as [read more...]

The grand experiment was: see if I can successfully travel to meet an out-of-town lover for a multi-day romp, with some resting time built in. The first five days were a smashing success: I rested up after traveling, then we romped to our hearts’ delights in a sunny, warm, cozy place with every creature comfort I could have asked for. I got gussied up with straight hair and red red lips for our first sexy day: He likes me in just a bra and panties. And then I played the part of the good mistress and put on my maybe-we’re-just-colleagues outfit for scrumptious dining out about town (his wife knows about me – I’m more of an extra in their open marriage than a mistress, [read more...]
My mother-in-law is having minor heart surgery Friday (although “heart surgery” never feels “minor” does it?), so we’re going to Houston tomorrow (Thursday Feb 2). My husband will be back Sunday Feb 5 to work next week, but I’m taking the opportunity to spend an extra week with my family, so I won’t return home until Monday Feb 13th. I have no idea what this does to my work availability. I think I might log on during the days the week of Feb 6 while my mother’s at work, and possibly an evening or two if the gang is all busy, but it’s impossible to predict with any accuracy. However, stranger things have certainly happened than me arranging phone sex calls while traveling to visit [read more...]

This is a story of how to get involved in your local BDSM / kink community, as well as a little smut about my life. The short version: my husband got to consensually smack an adorable masochistic college student in her early 20s, and I got to grab her boobs, and it was awesome. The rest of this blog post is the long version. When we moved here in October, we knew the fastest way to find open-minded friends would probably be to involve ourselves with the kink / BDSM community. FetLife seemed a good place to start: a high concentration of people who won’t disapprove of my phone sex career, and FetLife is excellent at discovering community events. We went to a “munch” first, [read more...]

I realized today that I’ve been doing something extraordinary for the past ten days: settling in. I think my time in Houston never felt permanent enough to feel like I had settled into any kind of pattern. I remember a stretch of four days where I felt a calm sense that I knew what to expect, and I didn’t have any looming, unknown, massive tasks. Four days out of seven months is not a fantastic record. But we plan to be here in the great plains of central Illinois for at least a couple of years (where the sunsets have, I must admit, been far more spectacular than I remembered… I think it’s a ploy to lull me into a sense of welcome. It’s working.). [read more...]
Tomorrow, I’m traveling back to Austin to have a disability hearing. Although the timing was unfortunate, I’m very glad it’s been scheduled and that I get time to explain my weird, complicated case. I spent the first six months of my vertigo visiting 17 doctors and a physical therapist, looking for diagnosis and a cure. In months 6-15, I tried a series of medicines, to varying degrees of less-than-total-success, but I also extended the lessons I learned in physical therapy to try to develop coping patterns of activity / rest. In month 15, I felt good enough about the balance of occasional medicines and my physical therapy gains to attempt to make a living at phone sex. I was not at all sure I could [read more...]

Summary (extra-short): My stuff has arrived in my home, so I’m all stuffed up. Summary (medium-short): After 10 days of hearing nothing from our movers, we got a call Saturday saying they would hold our stuff hostage unless we paid them $800 more than the estimate. Sunday, after they arrived at 6:30 pm, we refused to pay it, called cops, had a 3-hour stand-off in our front yard, took video, measured the truck, I cried, and they eventually agreed to the $1600 originally estimated plus the $200 tip I had always intended to give them. Monday, they arrived at 11:30, took our money, then informed us they were in too big of a hurry to reassemble our furniture or put any furniture or boxes where [read more...]

We still don’t have our stuff, but our movers have at least called us now. We are no longer playing the game of “maybe they stole all our things.” Now we are playing the game of “they claim we owe them a lot more money than they initially estimated before they will deliver our things.” I hate playing chicken. Thankfully, my husband and I play a pretty damn good game of Good Cop/Bad Cop. Usually we just play it alone with each other, but in this case, it comes in handy externally as well. Heh. That made me grin. We’ve researched the law and helpful tactics, but if you have suggestions, feel free to shoot me an email and advise away. My legal-name FB has [read more...]

I had a lot of control when I lived in Houston – my husband was traveling for work 10 days out of every 14, my family and local friends were trained to call before dropping by, and I was finding my ability to adapt to the unexpected kind of, well, atrophying, because the unexpected was happening so rarely in my daily life. I mean, sure, there was the whole thing with “you’re moving – you’re not moving – you’re moving – you’re not moving – oh okay really you’re moving”, and anyone would have found that disruptive, but aside from that ennui, I could manage my dizzies, my dogs, my time, and my energy as I wished. Oct 2, I arrived at my new home [read more...]