Stage 4 metastisizing cancer, surgery, chemotherapy, radiation, and full-time employment kept me from all of my lovely readers on read.

But I'm back. At least for the foreseeable future.

I am not currently working which gives me plenty of time to write.

How have all of y'all been??? @Pantera are you still active here? I hope so. I guess I'm starting from scratch.

SO much has happened since I last shared with you here. I'm not sure how much I have time to write today, but I'll try to do a quick synopsis.

In September 2022 we moved from the Texas Panhandle to Rochester, NY. We had been saving money to take a vacation in Greece (the country) but ended up buying a house in the Town of Greece, a suburb of Rochester, in New York State.

In October 2022 I had a cancer diagnosis.

In January 2023 I had surgery and later that year started chemoradiation. I survived. The cancer is gone.

I started a part-time job in July 2023 and a different full-time job in April 2024. I liked my last job, but I was overloaded with work without equitable compensation. They also hired a new manager, who didn't know how to manage people. That job made me cry in the public bathrooms for 20 minutes. They did not notice I was gone from my desk during that time.

I refuse to work where they make me cry. So, I quit. Abruptly. And I am once again, unemployed...

Well. There's always Bitcoin Cash, I guess.

Previously, I had a community on read. It was a writing prompt community. Would anyone be interested in such a community once more?

I have to say, I'm happy to be back writing again. I hope some of my old peeps (young peeps from long ago?) are still around to read my ramblings. I do have a newsletter on Substack.com. Most, but not all, of my posts are free to read. Some are paid subscribers only.

I have felt negligent in writing my newsletter. I've also virtually abandoned Medium.

Apologies all around.

I don't like New York. When I moved to the ranch in Texas, I immediately thought to myself (and said out loud to many people, many times), "I will die here. I will be buried in this dirt." Unfortunately, Keith had other ideas. He needed to move away from his family. He needed to move out of Texas. And Keith, more than any piece of dirt, is my home. So, off we went.

I am now considering, SERIOUSLY considering, selling the house and moving to somewhere less expensive to live. Somewhere tropical, maybe. I love S. E. Asia. I could get a job anywhere teaching English. Or maybe go somewhere new. Somewhere I've never been. Africa? India? I prefer less war-torn places, but danger is everywhere.

I miss you. I miss my readers. I miss my writing. So, please feel free to comment, ask questions, let me know what you would like to hear from me.

Meanwhile, here's a photo of snow. It is snowing right now, but it is still too dark outside to take a photo or a video. The following photo was shot a while back.

All photos are my own.