Hello again, dear readers. Maybe there’s 6? It’s another week in self-quarantine land. Again, this is by day. I think this will be the last week of a journal entry style. Saturday March 28, 2020 – Afternoon/Evening I’m trying to get my brothers to install Zoom so that we can all talk to each other via video. They’re resistant for…
Hello my 5 readers! Tim and Mike are vying for #4. Here’s another installment of what’s going on with Karin. If/when things get really bad, I’ll post more often than once a week. Saturday March 21, 2020 – Evening I took the bus into work so I could get my book and meds. I ended up leaving with a Chromebook,…
Welcome back my 4 readers. (I figure I gained 1 last week). I’ve decided that I need to keep track of what’s going on for me. And tell someone about it. Congratulations! It’s you! Monday March 16, 2020 I’m here at home, writing bug after bug after bug, getting riled because I hate writing obvious bugs. It’s a waste of…
I get emotional flashbacks. I get them a lot. Last Wednesday I was confronted with someone triggered yet another emotional flashback. It’s Saturday and it’s still going on. There is a difference between PTSD and CPTSD. PTSD involves a single traumatic event. CPTSD involves many traumatic events, over time. I have CPTSD. When I have a flashback, they span my…
In the beginning, there was God. God was all, and nothing. Infinite, and non-existent. Complete, yet barren. All that could be said about God, was not God. Then, in a blinding flash, God became self-aware. God saw itself and could not comprehend it. Loneliness rushed in. Anger at its fate stirred. And desire to know its own self grew. In…
Hidden Violence. Violence that might not seem like violence. Violence that might seem righteous. I’ve been thinking about this a lot. Okay, I’ve been obsessed with it, mainly because I’ve seen so much of it. Interesting Times There is an old Chinese curse, “May you live in interesting times.” I think that applies to the reality of today. We have…
“You would look so much better if you’d wear lipstick, Karin,” said yet another fellow acting student. Grumble, grumble. Why is everyone trying to get me to wear lipstick? Makeup? A hairstyle that reflects my actual age? I Love Makeup I’ve always loved makeup. I especially love the palettes of eye shadows. When I was younger, I would go to…
“Children see magic because they look for it.” -Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal. I remember the first time I performed magic. My mom, brothers and I were on our way back from Dover Minnesota where we’d been visiting my mom’s best friend and her kids. We switched off, this year we went to them,…
I find myself obsessively musing about the nature of humankind. Asking myself questions that have been asked for millennia. Are humans naturally good? Or are they evil? Or somewhere in between? And how can I be sure? How can I be confident that what I think is at least somewhere in the vicinity of the truth? I’m pretty sure I…
“I like wearing all black. Wearing all black looks rich.” Said “Jill”, a student in one of the improv classes I was taking. Over the course of 8 weeks, other students in the class tried to interest Jill in other colors or patterns. I’d often hear: “You would so pretty in mauve!” “I can see you wearing a checked red,…