Realistically, realistically, in this world where all fantasy about such things was stripped away years ago, realistically I should know that skipping a month would just be a sign of perimenopause or the result of a stressful month. That and nothing more. And of course I was appalled and insistent that, if things finally, finally worked out, it would not be anything remotely viable. Or even wanted. And even if it was viable and just more than a little wanted, I'm 49 for crying out loud and ...
Sad news
Thursday morning I received news from my father that my cousin had passed. He was only 2 years younger than me. And because he and his family lived in the Marshall Islands, I'm not sure when it's going to seem real. It's real, but in a nebulous way where I'm crying but it's not like we saw each other every month and is there going to be a service? Can there even be a service? Here's what I shared on Facebook, reposted here for posterity. This handsome man next to me is my cousin Matt. ...
I miss this.
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Goodnight, Charlie.
This morning our cat Charlie passed. He was seventeen. He was my baby-meow, my boo-bear, my boos. We spent Charlie's last summer lazing on the balcony with him when the sun was out and snuggling on the sofa at night. He spent his last full day sleeping on a crinkly plastic Target bag, which is probably the best day he could have asked for. In retrospect he slept a LOT yesterday and didn't climb on the sofa with us. I should have noticed. This morning he was asleep in the bathroom next to his ...
Audience Advisory
Most of the time my posts are happy and upbeat. Because most of the time I am happy and upbeat. Because I am human, sometimes I'm blue. Today is one of those days, ergo this is one of 'those' posts. If blueness bums you out, or if you can't stand the thought of my being bummed then feel free to visit the Laughing Cat. This is my diary, after all. If I can't be honest here, then my alternative is to start up a private blog elsewhere, and I don't really want to keep up with two. And I swear, if I ...
Goodnight, Johnny
Many nights as a kid I lay awake in bed, listening to my parents laugh at Johnny Carson. Later, I used to watch him myself. Once upon a time, when I was young and had stars in my eyes, I wanted to be a television star. Johnny Carson was my idol. At one point in time, I had an 8x10 photo of him, framed, in my bedroom.When Thor and I got married, we chose which song we wished to be introduced to at the reception. I picked the Tonight Show Theme. So many worthless stars retire, and come back even ...
