It's Just the Same Thing
I know a lot of people are on Facebook. In a way, I'd like to be on there, too if there was a way to contact old friends from 50+ years ago. Joyce Badgley, who I met at my college fraternity house in the Bronx. Same with my other fraternity buddies. I mean, I can't go on FB. I've been working in IT and data security and privacy for ages and I can't succumb to this. I refuse to use Google. I know where the soft under-belly lies. I can't bring myself to do it. Ha! Here I am going on about privacy on a Russian website. Love it!
Yes, Darlene passed away on December 08, 2016 and I can report that nothing really has changed. Her photos are still on the wall. Her paperclips still on her desk here. When we fought 6 months before she died, I started attending an 8-session course in Anger Management. Along with people who beat their spouses (I never did) and people angry because someone is beating on them and, of course, "road rage"! An ate week class. I just completed week 125. It's cheaper than drinking and I get to hear the same stories as I would hear at the bar anyway. Just waiting for a letter from Donald Trump complaining that I'm using up his Medicare budget. I put on a few (more) pounds and I'm still battling diabetes but, otherwise, I'm hanging in there. Last January, Darlene's cat, Samantha died. I though it was the devastating changes Friskies made to their cat food, but that just put her "over-the-edge". Dell is still hanging in there but she doesn't seem to like any nutritious cat food. Only treats. No vet anymore. I was using Darlene's vet but, after all those years, he hired an uncaring staff and, I guess, took up drinking and they shut down his practice.
So, I get up in the morning, try to feed Dell, go drive around the block to a cafe for lunch and come home. I've been there before many times. But it feels REALLY lonely now for some reason.