Goodbye Colin
Found out this morning someone I love died on the 3rd. Via Facebook. I understand why, and I have no beef with the person who posted it, but it's a shitty way to learn something like this, and it's one of the reasons why I hate how much people have come to use Facebook for scatter-shot communication. I'd probably feel as shocked and upset if I found out via the newspaper obits/funeral notices, but Facebook is just such a melange of irrelevant shit and then stuff like this disappears in the mess of crud floating on it. It's finding out 2 days late, by accident, that got me.
I've had my cathartic cry, strong enough to put the dogs into comfort mode (Nutmeg licks my feet and ankles, Digby brings me bits of kibble, cute except he had to rip a bag of dogfood open to do it), and I'm at the point where my eyes feel like they've got sand and saltwater in them, and I need to do something physical. Fortunately (!) there's a pile of sewing and ironing that needs doing. Perfect minimal brain, high output activity.
My mid-winter wish - that the Cancer Fairy die permanently, preferably in pain.
I've had my cathartic cry, strong enough to put the dogs into comfort mode (Nutmeg licks my feet and ankles, Digby brings me bits of kibble, cute except he had to rip a bag of dogfood open to do it), and I'm at the point where my eyes feel like they've got sand and saltwater in them, and I need to do something physical. Fortunately (!) there's a pile of sewing and ironing that needs doing. Perfect minimal brain, high output activity.
My mid-winter wish - that the Cancer Fairy die permanently, preferably in pain.