This week’s featured missing person is Daniel Glennon, a 32-year-old man who disappeared from Sandpoint, Idaho on December 5, 1995. Foul play is suspected in his disappearance, but I don’t have a lot of information about it.
Work on putting up those old resolved cases continues apace. And I got interviewed about the Charley Project yesterday for a lady’s YouTube channel. The interview was conducted using an app and my cell phone camera. At one point early in the recording, you see a pair of black triangular ears pop up on the bottom edge of the frame, because that jerk Aria decided she needed to hop up in my lap RIGHT THEN. I will put up a link when the interview goes up on the channel, later this month.
Michael and I will be pulling up the horrible beige carpet in the living room and hallway and the worn-out linoleum in the kitchen later this week and replacing it all with tile. It will be a great improvement, and much easier to clean up messes, but it will require removing everything from those areas first, which will be an enormous pain. We will somehow have to cram a two sofas, a loveseat, an armchair, a coffee table, an entertainment center, an area rug, two bookcases, a kitchen table and chairs, and a whole bunch of random junk into the bedrooms and offices.
Michael’s mother is coming over to help with some of the furniture moving tomorrow. I don’t know how much help she could possibly be, as she’s got a bad knee. I think she just wants to feel useful. Then Michael and his friend Mark will put the tile down, while I try to keep the animals out of the way. Fortunately Mark has prior tiling experience because the rest of us have no idea what we’re doing. I’m assuming it’s a bit more complicated than just applying glue to the underside of the tiles and lining them up on the floor.
I’ve put up everything through the Resolved89 list, which dates back to early 2013-ish. I tend not to recognize the names but I do recognize the photos of people. It seems the stories of recoveries are as varied as the stories of disappearances.
I want to emphasize that I am NOT going to keep those resolved cases updated. By which I mean, what I put down in the resolved notice is whatever I know at the time, usually right after the person has been found or identified, and I don’t plan on updating that to reflect things like autopsy results, arrests and so on. I’ve got enough on my plate as is.
The back of my right shoulder has pretty well seized up from all this typing and repetitive motions: copy, paste, copy, paste. I’m trying to stretch it out as best I can, and I have applied extra strength Tiger Balm and taken Meloxicam, which is the strongest stuff I have nowadays. I miss the days when, eight or ten years ago, you could go to the doctor and they could give you something for pain that would actually work.
Michael’s parents were over today as they usually are on Saturdays, and they gave me a birthday cake and a card. Shopping for presents with them was kind of problematic last year, so I asked them just to pay my dry cleaning bill instead, and they did. The cost was about the same as they would have spent on my gift.
My psychiatrist had prescribed a new medication last month to help deal with my anxiety, and I think it’s finally started working. I managed to survive lunch with Michael and his parents without even one episode of rocking or hyperventilating, and I don’t think I’ve managed that in years.
Of course everyone is talking about 9/11 today. I’ve thought about it myself but I’ve thought more about my brother Brendan, whose fiftieth birthday would have been today. He died in a horrible accident in February.
I asked my mom if she wanted to hang out with her or whatever today. She said she was in Michigan so no can do. How she managed not to fall all to pieces after losing a SECOND child, I don’t know.
I hope his sons are doing okay, and his widow. I’ve only seen them once since the funeral.
I wish this all had not happened. If one of us had to die it should have been one who didn’t have kids that were still young. But it did happen and there’s nothing for it but to deal and move on.
I had an Executed Today entry posted on Sunday: Five men were hanged at York Castle on August 19, 1786. They had all committed relatively minor offenses by today’s standards, thefts, not violent crimes, but under England’s Bloody Code it didn’t much matter.
I’ve got a new Executed Today entry up: Hans McFarlane and Helen Blackwood, a pair of common murderers in Scotland who actually got MARRIED while standing on the platform with ropes around their necks.
It’s been 22 days since my last vomiting cycle started and I am not sick yet.
My primary care clinic suggested that, as these were happening every three weeks and generally started several days before the start of my menstrual period, perhaps it was a hormonal thing. So they put me on the Pill.
Maybe the Pill is working. It’s a bit early to tell yet, since these cycles haven’t been occurring EXACTLY every three weeks, but I am hopeful.
All is reasonably well on my end. I’m very happy I adopted Kinsey. It’s hard to believe it’s been less than two months since she came to live with us. She’s such a sweetheart, and very laid-back and chill, which suits me just fine. She and the cats are getting along fine.
Here she is begging salami off me:
And here I am, as of a few minutes ago, with Orville in the background:
I’m very sorry I haven’t updated in a week. I’ve felt so horrible. My throat was raw from puking and the stomach scope tube. I tried to learn to eat again. It was so painful.
Just when I was starting to maybe feel human again, it was Thursday and I had to stop eating to prep for Friday morning’s colonoscopy. Nothing solid for the entire day prior to the procedure.
So I had that done this morning. And they found nothing. Not even Jimmy Hoffa. And my throat is still raw and I am still feeling weak and sick and quite horrible.
I have lost ten pounds. And between the illness and the procedures of this week I’ve not had my medicine in like seven, maybe eight days. Last night I was watching Frozen and weeping, overcome by melancholy.
I had arranged for a gyno appointment on Friday to look into the theory that my sickness is caused by some female problem. I will have to cancel it. The gastroenterologist has scheduled another procedure that will take most of the day Friday. They will feed me radioactive food and see how fast it goes through my system. See if I’m digesting food as I should.
I am going to try to start my medicine again tomorrow. I just feel so discouraged and desolate and I do not know how much of this is because I’m off my medication and how much is because I’ve been so horribly ill and no one knows why.
I am going to try to resume work on Charley tomorrow as well. I know no greater consolation.