Just wrote a card to Pauline. Yikes. Another affliction. Liver cancer. Selfishly, the thought that the travails of life seem to be getting closer led to the thought that boy, I better get enlightened in a hurry. Though instantly that seems silly on so many levels.
Morbidly overweight women doing water aerobics. Impressive: they’re in the deep end, tredding water for a long time. They’ve progressed. But they are still morbidly overweight. “And no one’s dying words have ever been I wished ‘I had spent more time at the office.'”
Hottubbed and saunaed and swam a couple of lengths. I was, noticeably, while swimming not fatigued. I think I went for about fifteen minutes, and felt like I could have kept going, but, based on my memory of back problems one time after “over-swimming” a while ago, I stopped.
Funny–I don’t know how long ago that was–a year ago? Last summer? Two summers ago? Oh well.
“Don’t just do something–sit there.” Quote from National Geographic article on Buddhism.
The remodeling of the attic is progressing. The taping guy was in yesterday. All the seams are taped. Next I suspect the screws. His boom box is covered in a thick coating of splattered muddy from taping. Reports Dorothea he was listening to the “Patriot” AM talking radio station. Brad, the carpenter who did the framing, his boom box was a Milwaukee tool boom box.
Just finished the oatmeal. Don’t know why I like it so much that I am willing to pay four dollars for it. I also bought a Zumach card. Not even sure who to send it to. I have a backlog of communications–the birthday card to my sister that I started, but didn’t finish and her birthday was last month, a thank you card to someone who leant me a textbook. Studying for my class. (Not a communication, but a part of the backlog.)
The cottonwoods dwarf the elms on Summit, I note this morning while walking the dog and passing an elm marked for removal–orange paint ring and two-digit number of it’s what–diameter or radius? not sure. For a chainsaw, they’d need to know the radius. But, seeing the dead elm marked for removal on Summit Avenue amongst the cottonwoods made me realize that there were elms, not just cottonwoods. Odd, since I fancy myself a bit of a dead elm spotter. And comparing that very mature and large elm, size and diginity of an elephant, an urban forest elephant, with the the much larger cottonwood gave me renewed regard for the cottonwood.
Thought while waiting for my oatmeal at the counter at Nina’s coffee shop. I think that was the primary reason that I stopped coming here when the new owner started. She made changes and made decision that, it seemed to me when I talked to her about them, she presented in a patronizing way as being in my best interest. Though she is an owner. I felt like a commodity. I am a commodity, always, though I don’t realize it always. Like now; the feeling has worn away, and I am lured back here with oatmeal and wifi.
December 6, 2005, would have been Thomas’ fortieth birthday. If you are interested in gathering to remember him and celebrate his life, please join us on Tuesday, December 6, 2005. We are planning to meet at Fabulous Ferns from about 7p – 10p. Please spread the word to anyone you know who may be interested in being there.
Please bring photos and think about special memories you want to share. AND if you have a suggestion for organizing or compiling people’s memories/stories, please let me know. Thank you.
400 Selby Ave (at Arundel St)
Thomas’ memorial service on September 10, 2005, was recorded by the generous Robert Haarman. The DVD was professionally replicated. I have a couple of spare copies and can also have more made. If you are interested in having a DVD for yourself or would like to borrow a copy to view it, please let me know.
At Panera across the street from the physical therapist. Leaving at 11:00 for the Hansmeyer family Christmas, unless we see a report of the weather being bad–rainy, sleety, snowy–tonight.
Last night, Dorothea and I had a nice time–childlessly–going to a movie at the Science Museum, out to eat and a beer at Great Waters brew pub, and a nice walk. We had some of Thomas’s herb. First time in a very long time for either of us. Oh, and after the walk, we watched the Chinese movie “Smile.”
(To quoting myself)–my thought as a walked out of the YWCA this morning, and the most prominent thing in view is the plume of the power plant smokestack. Orange and pink and gold and all sorts of colors against the sunrise.
The plumes of stuff from all the smokestacks–power plants, paper mills, refineries, chemical plants–have, I imagine, the cumulative effect of a nuclear explosion.
Last night, Dorothea was upstairs talking on the phone to Beauty while Madeline and I made dinner and Liam was in a huff. When Dorothea finally came down–we were ready to eat–she said that she had bad news. Beauty had written a thank you note to Jack and Pauline, and Pauline had written her back saying she has lung cancer. It has been about two weeks since she found out.
Step vans? Panel truck? The kind of truck that is alost a semi, but not quite, that is commonly used for deliveries in the city. Common. Non-description.
Well, Bread and Chocolate didn’t have any day-old muffins; the drawstring on my swimming broke while I was tightening it putting on my suit in the YWCA lockerroom. The little insults. So far, coping.
Nina’s. I am on my laptop, on Linux, on wireless, writing with OpenOffice. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. The browser page came up instantly—so that is even better than Windows. Well, the “old” Windows, anyway, which required that you find and connect to a new network. That’s what I was doing yesterday—trying to get Linux wireless working on a partition on my laptop. The flavor of Linux was Suse. There are a lot of things that I like about Suse, but I couldn’t get wireless working. So I went to the Kubuntu CD that I’d burned probably last spring. Voilà.