It’s a real thing, folks.

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Ever since I was a kid (and I’m almost 60) I loved getting things in the mail. I used to order silly things from the back of magazines — sea monkeys, magic tricks, and other wacky novelty items. And oh the anticipation. Sometimes is would take a few weeks for my trinket to arrive, but when it did, it was pretty darn exciting. I still remember the feeling.

Obviously, this was not something I could do on a regular basis, as a kid. And with parents who did not hand out money willy-nilly. …

But it doesn’t have to be

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Recently, I made the conscious decision to live in the moment — not the past, and not the future. The timing was particularly good, because I was suddenly faced with having to wait for something that could potentially have a bad outcome.

The results of my annual mammogram “showed something” that needed further investigation. Now, this has happened before, many years ago, and the old me pretty much completely freaked out until I was able to get the second scans.

But not this time. And this time around I had to wait five long weeks for the follow up appointment.

It’s not OK

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It happened again today.

A couple weeks ago, I purchased a ticket to tour one of my favorite places in the city. It has been closed due to Covid, but today they re-opened, with restrictions. Normally, you can just walk in any old time, but to pace the crowd, they are letting in a certain amount of people in every 15 minutes.

Ticket for one, please.

As usual, I was early, and as I stood there chatting with the attendant, an email popped up on my phone.

I see your reservation is for 1 — please note that we will…

And lived to tell about it

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Dang, that went by fast. The I Am Sober app informed me of this milestone today — 186 days — 6 months. Well whaddya know!

Yep, half a year ago today, I unceremoniously decided to stop drinking. I made no lifetime commitment, I just decided that I don’t like drinking anymore.

Well that’s not exactly true. I love drinking. OMG a cold IPA with a hot pizza is the best combo going. Or a big ol’ glass of full-bodied red (or three) with a plate of Pasta alla Puttanesca. Stop it. You’re making me hungry. And thirsty.

My drinking career…

Just keep moving your feet

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A few weeks ago, a very wise GoDaddy customer service person may have just changed my life.

You see, I have this semi-expensive habit of purchasing domain names. Some of them have been in use for years as legit websites, but most just sit there, waiting to be used — or not. Sometimes I just think it’s a cool (or dare I say brilliant) URL, and someone will pay me big bucks for it. Alas, that has not happened. Yet.

As these things expire, and are automatically renewed, it’s become a bit pricey. I mean, they’re just sitting there. So…

This introvert thinks so

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I’m a photographer, and a writer — mostly. I have a bunch of other interests/side hustles, and I’m continually distracted by the next shiny thing. I sell art on Etsy, T-shirts on Threadless, and puzzles on Redbubble. Oh, and I have a full-time job, too.

My inner life is rich, and I live to create. And along with all this creating (and selling, ideally), comes sharing. I put my stuff out there — on Instagram, and Facebook, and Twitter, and right here on Medium.

The internet really is a beautiful thing. I mean, I can sell my work and I…

It’s about time the subject came out of the WC

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Poop is gross. Ain’t nobody gonna deny that. But it’s a part of everyday life, if we’re lucky — and talking about it should not be so taboo.

Recently, I had to poop in a bucket. Then I had to add a bottle of liquid to it, box it up, and send it to the lab. I was not looking forward to doing this — and avoided it, until I could put it off no longer.

I mean, in the natural order of things, we poop into the toilet, and flush it away, and we have no further interaction with…

And keeping this weight OFF

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At 59 years old, I just lost 23 pounds. Again. The last time I lost this much weight was about 6 years ago — and it took me that long to put it all back on.

Oh, I could’ve gained it back much faster than that, but I do try to stay on top of these things. Let’s see — 23 pounds divided by 6 years — that’s less than four pounds a year. No big whoop. As it’s happening, it’s barely noticeable.

Then all of a sudden none of my clothes fit, and I can barely squeeze into my…

Take it from me

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At the beginning of 2020, I weighed 170 pounds. I was a lethargic couch potato with a desk job, prone to eating big bags of chips and/or pints of Ben & Jerry’s in one sitting. Many evenings, I also enjoyed drinking several high alcohol content beers along with said chips.

Going way back, I was a chubby, introverted kid, who discovered cigarettes and alcohol around age 12. I liked both things very much, and continued to (ab)use both for the next 35+ years.

I put down the smokes around 50, but continued to enjoy my brewskis, or wine, or whatever…

And other pleasant surprises

Warren Zevon, one of my favorite musical artists, died of lung cancer in 2003. I watched David Letterman interview him, just a few weeks before he passed. He admittedly never went to a doctor — and by the time his symptoms of lung cancer manifested, it was too late.

This stuck with me, because I am also a bit doctor-phobic. And as an ex-smoker, lung cancer has been my biggest fear — especially since I am in the high-risk “30-Pack-Years” category (meaning I smoked a pack a day for 30 years).

So when I was told to get a lung…

Linda Horton

Born a photographer, but prone to writing haiku on public transportation, or baking things. Death Doula in training.

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