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It's been a crazy week in Lake Wobegon...but I have my office set up now, with my little CD player going like gangbusters (thanks for the help, Sakura R.) playing a collection of celtic stuff that I got at ValdeMart. It's a surprisingly good collection, all told...
I had multiple health tests and xrays and stuff and I'm incredibly healthy. My BP, cholesterol, and sugar numbers are all spectacularly wonderful. I just can't breath very dependably. Nothing to worry about...tomorrow I call and get the appointment for the pulmonologist (breathing doctor). And so it goes...
Evan is having a birthday today, so it's one of my birth-days also...it feels very strange to look at this incredibly tall and beautiful person and realise that I helped make this person, that this person was once inside me...she leaves Sunday for Europe, and she will be a completely new person when she comes back in three weeks...
I am looking forward (sort of) to the time I have to myself next week...it feels like months since I've had any...which is not true, of course, it's just me hyperbolizing...I've been cleaning my house, getting rid of old stuff, mosly my old stuff, and re-examining myself, my relationships, my choices...not critically, just taking the time to look and understand...I am blessed in my friends...and I am learning what true friends are really like...it surprises me that I didn't know, and it doesn't really, growing up military, where friends are dangerous to have, because you keep leaving them or they leave you...trust issues? moi? well, perhaps a bit...
I have had a little time to read again, and I found a truly wonderful quote in a recent book by one of my favorite sci-fi/ fantasy authors:
"English....doesn't so much borrow words and idioms from other languages and cultures as chase them down dark alleys, bludgeon them into submission, and go through their pockets." (Diane Duane, The Empty Chair, p. 191)
I had to share that one...have a good day/week/indefinite time period...
peaces,
hadhufang
I had multiple health tests and xrays and stuff and I'm incredibly healthy. My BP, cholesterol, and sugar numbers are all spectacularly wonderful. I just can't breath very dependably. Nothing to worry about...tomorrow I call and get the appointment for the pulmonologist (breathing doctor). And so it goes...
Evan is having a birthday today, so it's one of my birth-days also...it feels very strange to look at this incredibly tall and beautiful person and realise that I helped make this person, that this person was once inside me...she leaves Sunday for Europe, and she will be a completely new person when she comes back in three weeks...
I am looking forward (sort of) to the time I have to myself next week...it feels like months since I've had any...which is not true, of course, it's just me hyperbolizing...I've been cleaning my house, getting rid of old stuff, mosly my old stuff, and re-examining myself, my relationships, my choices...not critically, just taking the time to look and understand...I am blessed in my friends...and I am learning what true friends are really like...it surprises me that I didn't know, and it doesn't really, growing up military, where friends are dangerous to have, because you keep leaving them or they leave you...trust issues? moi? well, perhaps a bit...
I have had a little time to read again, and I found a truly wonderful quote in a recent book by one of my favorite sci-fi/ fantasy authors:
"English....doesn't so much borrow words and idioms from other languages and cultures as chase them down dark alleys, bludgeon them into submission, and go through their pockets." (Diane Duane, The Empty Chair, p. 191)
I had to share that one...have a good day/week/indefinite time period...
peaces,
hadhufang