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nanowrimo 2010


Diary of a Blind Madman

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Loss of a friend
nanowrimo 2010

Sis and I were discussing remodeling the house.         
I think this is my preference for a front entrance.         

         Remodeling will, alas, have to wait a while. It'll require years of savings or a lotto win. Actually, it will require years of savings. If I won the lotto, what makes you think I'd do anything at all with this house other than sell it.

         I've been very down today. A doctor visit was very informative, but not very good for my mood. My regular doc is back at work after surgery. I am so glad to see him return. I am going to ask him to refer me to an endocrinologist in town, a Dr. Case. I have never seen anyone listed as a Diabeteologist before and he would have lost a lot of credibility with me had I not a referral and had I not found Endocrinologist on the list ahead of the other. Damn I'm glad I don't have to find another primary care doc.

         I lost a friend today. It has me badly bummed. Marc Hall in Miami ended his own life last night. He and I have been out of touch for nearly five years. Our relationship had reached that stage where we send each other pictures of cats with funny captions and not much else. Still, he was a friend to me and my sons while I lived in Miami. The boys liked him as he was one of those huntin', shootin', sportin' sorts and I am the antithesis. I took 'em to museums and concerts and taught 'em to dance, he took 'em to ball games and alligator hunting and taught 'em to fish. It worked out. Nobody has shed any light on his reasons. I am not close enough to the family that I am likely ever to know. I find myself distressed that I don't have a picture of him. I will comb the snapshot collection in the next few days and see if there's something there. Marc and I used to share a toast we stole from Heinlein, "To ourselves… there are so few of us left!"

         No poetry again today, no freewriting, no recipes. Maybe I'll write more later.

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Oh how awful. I'm so sorry. Death is hard enough...but suicide is just devastating.

I just don't know what else to say. *sigh*

There's really never anything to say. It's sad how common this sort of thing is becoming.

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