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Happy Birthday, Mom
Jan. 24th, 2023 08:22 amFabulous dream last night, which I mostly can’t remember now on account of I woke up from it at 1:30 am in the morning and was so intent on falling back to sleep I didn’t write it down.
But I had finally gotten together with No-I’m-Not-Gonna-Mention-His-Name, who’s someone I’ve had a crush on for 10 years or more. NINGMHN lives some 750 miles away, so it’s never seemed particularly convenient to follow up on that crush.
The crush has continued to simmer. Low boil.
Maybe those are the best kinds of crushes? I dunno.
Anyway, we were kissing for the first time, and he was a dreamy kisser.
And it was obvious we were gonna stay together after that. A happily ever after based on a shared sense of humor and shared tastes in movies, books, and travel destinations.
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I offered to drive Linda up to Albany yesterday.
But no, she didn’t want to.
Have they diagnosed him yet? I asked.
No. But he’ll be going to rehab and—
Rehab? I thought. Why are they sending him to rehab if they don’t know what’s wrong with him?
I suspect Linda knew more than she was willing to share.
Linda is garrulous and chatty up to a certain point but surprisingly good at keeping secrets.
I knew she was in a sad mood because when she cooked herself dinner, she didn’t have her little kitchen TV on.
That little kitchen TV is generally on 14 hours a day, blaring cozy 90s-era mystery thrillers or Turner Classic Movies when Chris is visiting.
Sometimes the little kitchen TV is on when the radio is on so that NPR theme music is competing with Columbo’s wisecracks or Rosemary Boxer’s gardening tips.
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It snowed all day yesterday, so I was in a gloomy mood.
I Remunerated and thought nihilistic thoughts about how the world would be a much better place if only cats had evolved opposable thumbs.
I’m not feeling any more chipper today, but the sun is out though it’s cold, cold, cold, so I will force myself on an invigorating tromp.
Apparently, the earth’s molten metal core, having slowed down, is now changing direction.
Scientists suspect this happens fairly often, like every 60 to 70 years.
It’s gotta have some effect on humans, no? One would imagine it fucks with gravity and that, in turn, has an effect on how we feel—physically and emotionally.
Happy 89th Birthday in Heaven, Mom.
But I had finally gotten together with No-I’m-Not-Gonna-Mention-His-Name, who’s someone I’ve had a crush on for 10 years or more. NINGMHN lives some 750 miles away, so it’s never seemed particularly convenient to follow up on that crush.
The crush has continued to simmer. Low boil.
Maybe those are the best kinds of crushes? I dunno.
Anyway, we were kissing for the first time, and he was a dreamy kisser.
And it was obvious we were gonna stay together after that. A happily ever after based on a shared sense of humor and shared tastes in movies, books, and travel destinations.
###
I offered to drive Linda up to Albany yesterday.
But no, she didn’t want to.
Have they diagnosed him yet? I asked.
No. But he’ll be going to rehab and—
Rehab? I thought. Why are they sending him to rehab if they don’t know what’s wrong with him?
I suspect Linda knew more than she was willing to share.
Linda is garrulous and chatty up to a certain point but surprisingly good at keeping secrets.
I knew she was in a sad mood because when she cooked herself dinner, she didn’t have her little kitchen TV on.
That little kitchen TV is generally on 14 hours a day, blaring cozy 90s-era mystery thrillers or Turner Classic Movies when Chris is visiting.
Sometimes the little kitchen TV is on when the radio is on so that NPR theme music is competing with Columbo’s wisecracks or Rosemary Boxer’s gardening tips.
###
It snowed all day yesterday, so I was in a gloomy mood.
I Remunerated and thought nihilistic thoughts about how the world would be a much better place if only cats had evolved opposable thumbs.
I’m not feeling any more chipper today, but the sun is out though it’s cold, cold, cold, so I will force myself on an invigorating tromp.
Apparently, the earth’s molten metal core, having slowed down, is now changing direction.
Scientists suspect this happens fairly often, like every 60 to 70 years.
It’s gotta have some effect on humans, no? One would imagine it fucks with gravity and that, in turn, has an effect on how we feel—physically and emotionally.
Happy 89th Birthday in Heaven, Mom.
