| Steven and I watched "No Place Like Home" and other Neil Cicierega and Ryan Murphy vids, giggling until almost midnight. Posted it here so they can have it later if they want it. I wish it was easier to find stuff on this blog. On Blogger, it's still quite a difficult task to do a search but somewhat easier to reference certain dates or timeframes. I may have to take the time to figure it out. I definitely know I need to take the time to save all of this to disk, I'm just not sure when. Probably after I clean the attic, my summer project, which will be after Summer Camp outside, which will be after we slow down a little at the shop and/or after the damned rain stops. My sister-in-law had her second mastectomy recently for something they called pre-cancer. That's what they called it the last time, too. Doesn't that seem a little extreme? I'm a little uninformed about doctors and medical procedures, but it seemed to me to be a little radical (no pun intended). I'm not sure what I would do myself though, with something called pre-cancer, because I would guess that cancer would be inevitable? I'm not sure. I think about asking my brother and sister-in-law more about it, but I don't want my curiosity to seem as if I'm questioning or judging their decision. I also am not sure I want to open that door with my brother. Speaking with him on most levels can be really taxing, which is too hard to explain, so I won't bother. My dad, who I call Pop, or Jim Sr., took me to lunch yesterday at the little cafe where my oldest sister Linda works. She's a registered nurse, but seems to enjoy working here more. The pay is meager, and the drive is far, but she is helping out a friend who is now floating in the ethers, so I think that means a lot to her to continue to support the husband and children who plod on here while working at the coffeehouse. They started the business a few years ago and I would imagine it must be a dream come true. It's lovely inside, surrounded by art, music and wholesome foods. They just don't seem to get a lot of business. I'm not sure why, but it might have to do with the Christian propaganda they first had lying around when they were getting started. I think they've settled into being regular people with a regular business though. Anyhoo, Pop picked me up from work and we travelled to enjoy lunch and tea with my sister while she worked. He told me about his work, he's 73 and still selling real estate sometimes, and after eating, he drove me to a house that he sold last year to a client whose family he has been selling homes to for the last few years. He gave me their entire history and I listened. I talked to Cin about it last night and we wonder if it is just about him telling stories as his life is winding down. I'm just not sure, because sometimes he seems more vital than ever. And his heart is more generous each week that we speak or spend time with him. Sometimes it's like he's getting a second wind, sometimes it's like he's wrapping things up. He appears so youthful, it's hard to recognize him as elderly, but I think I might be in a bit of denial about it all. I resolved last night, Dearest Sister, to pay closer attention to him, to squeeze every last drop out of that ketchup bottle. Remind me. Theresa and I had lunch this week, like we do. We usually have an hour, but this week we talked for two. Sharing a spaghetti and meatball, breadsticks, but we each get our own salad. One or the other of us pays, whoever has the money. This week she paid. Thanks TLK :) Beautiful Boy went to see Opeth last night, I put them up on my player (but this is one of the only really mellow songs of theirs, they are most often growling). He is not returned, yet. Worried, just a bit. I have more, but no more time. The shower is mine, MINE, MINE |
