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She sang a sad song into a small guitar While he tried to smile, but not very hard She could stoke the embers with a pregnant sigh But the flames burned low, no mater what she tried (She wispered) Love it, or leave it Nothing’s safe until you free it Nothing’s safe, until you run Far from home Far from anyone The truth was, with all that whiskey he drank The sleepless nights, he couldn’t think He used to tell her in his dreams That her lips were softer than anything But morning’s just a cold grey ghost Of the only thing that he loved most How he could feel that pregnant sigh As he drifted off to sleep at night (Sing) Love it or leave it Nothings safe until you keep it Nothings safe until you love me Far from home Far from anyone Love it, or leave it Nothings safe until you free it Nothings safe, until you run Far from home Far from anyone She picked the last notes from her small guitar And her voice felt drifted, as it fell from that wire And her heartbeat slowed, and the baby cried Ca...

Well it’s been a while since I’ve mentioned my teeth…in fact I believe you’d have to go back to the very first entry into this journal , back to the days before Blogger when I would have to painstakingly rewrite and recopy the HTML just to update, to find the post where they’re mentioned. I only bring this up, because yesterday I went to the dentist and now I have a temporary crown where before I had only an old tooth and filling. Dr. Dan has been our dentist for a while now, working out of a converted garage off of Pacific Highway, out past Spanaway but before you reach the Wagon Wheel Grill. Dewy and Ham told us about him when we first moved into the Park and since having kids makes you think a little harder about keeping your teeth, if only for self defence, we started going on a regular basis. I like him well enough I guess. In a lot of ways it feels oxymoronic to use the words “like” and “dentist” in the same breath—it’s an abusive relationship to be sure, and while I know that he...

Since Ike started the new diet back in January, the numbers of seizures he has have fallen off dramatically. He’s gone from four or five large ones a day with maybe twenty or so little startles, down to maybe one or two a week. In fact we’ve gone as long at twenty four days without seeing a single one, big or little and for that we’re forever grateful…and if quality of life was just about the number of seizures and nothing else, well then I guess we'd be thrilled. But unfortunately with Ike, there is no such thing as a simple move in a better upward-and-onward direction. Along with the new diet has come some major intestinal discomfort—to the point where he is at times awake and screaming for three to five hours before bed. We think it might be the laxative he was prescribed, and while he’s been more comfortable these last few weeks without it, he will, like he did last night, spend the last three hour before sleep, being pissed off and kicking our asses. On top of the discomfort, ...