Year into blog relaunch (Grapevine and mental health update)

 Given my multiple month silence on this blog, and its recent birthday, let's do a status update.

Khari's Garden with a little grape vine.

We are still doing the Garden Parties. Because Khari gets bored without friends and company around. The same reason that she is polyamourous---and I am not. All my events have been killed, and with good reason . . . a colon test came back bad, so I have a physical health problem on top of the mental ones.

Oh, and me blogging about my secret Mormon daughter and wife for the first time in 22 years was me being Paranoid Delusional, according to a newly minted medical doctor who never saw me before, who checked with other expert, who did not speak to me. Took me off the majority of my meds (bipolar and anxiety/panic) and put me on an anti-psychotic that crashed a brick through my sphere of sensation.

The proof that I was delusional was that Khari could not verify that my daughter, Zee, existed. Because I had never talked to her, or anyone, about my Mormon wife's decision to take my daughter away. Especially Khari, who was glad to see the last of this Scarlet Woman of mine. Hence new meds.

Because obviously, at age 60, I had gone crazy, and developed a delusional family. 

No, it was at age 38 that I realized that my beloved had acted in her daughter's best interest.

Nevertheless, no man has ever kept a secret so long, just to discuss it later. Hence new pills.

Honestly, Khari allowed me to go on a new pill, after googling it . . . because (my theory) she thought I would be easier to manage. Instead, I got a pill that cut me off from the magical universe. 

After the last of my magical energies were burnt up, I became depressed and suicidal. Have not really recovered. Of course, my regular doctor has insisted on resetting my meds back to the old setting one at a time. And now, a colon test has came back with fun news. 

What survived that last snow.

The grape vine is one year old. For us. It was two, I think, when we brought it last year. Sadly, the Japanese beetles love it. So, it will never produce sufficient fruit to do anything with. At least, not in my lifetime. Maybe in the lifetime of Khari's second husband. We can all laugh about it now. 

These photos are a month old, I think.

The amount of second year wood growth on the grape is not that much as you can see from the photos.