Uncle Bob & the Words of the World
I want to post something, but I'm not sure what.
I'm sure there is s0mething I could pontificate about, but it's not coming to me at the moment... I think the smell of burnt stove, and having to type everything out on a shared computer - a IBM product, no less (I'm an Apple/Mac person} - I think those factors are getting to me.
Margo's Uncle Bob passed away last night. She's been worried about and talking about him for weeks. It was about 1am ish or something when everyone (Margo, Scott, Todd, Reanda, Tara, Max) got back from karaoke last night; I was already in bed, and I think Nicole was on the computer or something (she is 20, so wouldn't have gotten into the bar). Todd sort of escorted Margo into our room, Margo claiming she wasn't as drunk as he thought she was, and after a few minutes of slightly boisterous monologue in which she told me that "Uncle Bob died tonight, and her Papa - her one-and-only dad - had called her around 6pm to tell her", and trying to get me to interact with her regarding a question she had about the bartender calling her by her name after seeing her credit card, and all this with the lights and clearly not noticing me trying to sleep .... Margo nested into her bed.
But Uncle Bob passed away last night; it's 11:10am already, and she wanted woken-up by 12noon;... and I don't know what I'm going to do about it. I know she is relieved for him; relieved that she can go home now for a visit, and maybe be okay now, and won't feel the need to try to fix things. I don't know what all will happen, but I hope Margo is okay.
Oh, look... I found something to post. Huh.
And/But I still feel a need to write more.
I need to write,... something else.
I can't feel exactly what it is, but I should be writing it.
I need to get all my stories written before I die. Might sound a bit morbid and blunt to put it that way, but it's the simple truth - I want everyone to know that I have emptied my head and heart of all the stories I have stored up inside me, at least for at the Time that whatever happens happens.
"Anything that happens, happens. Anything that, in happening, causes something else to happen, causes something else to happen. Anything that, in happening, causes something else to happen again, causes something else to happen again. It doesn't necessarily do it in that order, though."
~Douglas Adams, 'Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy' series
One last remembered moment:
Last night, I rather randomly got up from my seat on the couch with everyone in the kitchen/computer room - and went into the YMCA main office area, into Kate's little area, where Margo was on the phone to a friend or someone. I hugged her. Twice; big hugs. I said it was 'cause I thought she might be on the phone to home; I said it was because I thought she might need it. Margo was happily on the phone to someone else - smiling and cheery for a moment, but appreciative of my hugs, no less.
I wonder if I hugged her when her Uncle Bob died.
Margo & I both have those odd connected moments to the world beyond us.
I hope she's okay...
and Uncle Bob, too.
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Last night was wonderful rain, a few flashes of light & rolls of thunder... Thank you, Thor.
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I'm sure there is s0mething I could pontificate about, but it's not coming to me at the moment... I think the smell of burnt stove, and having to type everything out on a shared computer - a IBM product, no less (I'm an Apple/Mac person} - I think those factors are getting to me.
Margo's Uncle Bob passed away last night. She's been worried about and talking about him for weeks. It was about 1am ish or something when everyone (Margo, Scott, Todd, Reanda, Tara, Max) got back from karaoke last night; I was already in bed, and I think Nicole was on the computer or something (she is 20, so wouldn't have gotten into the bar). Todd sort of escorted Margo into our room, Margo claiming she wasn't as drunk as he thought she was, and after a few minutes of slightly boisterous monologue in which she told me that "Uncle Bob died tonight, and her Papa - her one-and-only dad - had called her around 6pm to tell her", and trying to get me to interact with her regarding a question she had about the bartender calling her by her name after seeing her credit card, and all this with the lights and clearly not noticing me trying to sleep .... Margo nested into her bed.
But Uncle Bob passed away last night; it's 11:10am already, and she wanted woken-up by 12noon;... and I don't know what I'm going to do about it. I know she is relieved for him; relieved that she can go home now for a visit, and maybe be okay now, and won't feel the need to try to fix things. I don't know what all will happen, but I hope Margo is okay.
Oh, look... I found something to post. Huh.
And/But I still feel a need to write more.
I need to write,... something else.
I can't feel exactly what it is, but I should be writing it.
I need to get all my stories written before I die. Might sound a bit morbid and blunt to put it that way, but it's the simple truth - I want everyone to know that I have emptied my head and heart of all the stories I have stored up inside me, at least for at the Time that whatever happens happens.
"Anything that happens, happens. Anything that, in happening, causes something else to happen, causes something else to happen. Anything that, in happening, causes something else to happen again, causes something else to happen again. It doesn't necessarily do it in that order, though."
~Douglas Adams, 'Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy' series
One last remembered moment:
Last night, I rather randomly got up from my seat on the couch with everyone in the kitchen/computer room - and went into the YMCA main office area, into Kate's little area, where Margo was on the phone to a friend or someone. I hugged her. Twice; big hugs. I said it was 'cause I thought she might be on the phone to home; I said it was because I thought she might need it. Margo was happily on the phone to someone else - smiling and cheery for a moment, but appreciative of my hugs, no less.
I wonder if I hugged her when her Uncle Bob died.
Margo & I both have those odd connected moments to the world beyond us.
I hope she's okay...
and Uncle Bob, too.
~
Last night was wonderful rain, a few flashes of light & rolls of thunder... Thank you, Thor.
~