Today is the tenth anniversary of my first husband’s death. Though I’ve been remarried more than half that time, there are certain days each year that don’t seem to get any easier. This is one of them. I woke up early, drank coffee, took vitamins, drank more coffee and soda with lunch, took more vitamins, […]
Like Dick Morrell, I was also one of Rob Levin’s coworkers at Linuxcare. How I’d best sum up Rob: he had an idea for what he wanted to do with his life — and he made his life work out so that he could do exactly that. The irc.freenode.org structure he created has been of […]
It’s an interesting thing, grief. Bodies don’t forget, even when people do. Tuesday (the 15th) was the 9th anniversary of my first husband’s death. A lot of people thought I “should be over it” 18 months after his death. If only. It’s just not that simple. Every year, I get sideswiped by some day: wedding […]
As some of you know, I worked for Be briefly, so I feel some ownership in this even though the BeBoxen were a thing of the past when I was there. Here’s the story.
I was just getting down to my evening (yes, I know it’s after midnight, but hey) reading of blogs when I read over on whump.com that Kepler’s closed today for good. I’m extremely sad, but I had noticed some of the signs. The other day, mom and I went to Kepler’s, where they were having […]
…from the back yard tonight, but it didn’t sound like a cat. Nevertheless, it was a cat, as Rick found out when he went out there — our neighbor’s older orange-and-white cat, who was yelling out for rescue. A cat that wasn’t otherwise moving. Rick thought it had just died after he first saw it, […]
Jeanne died about the time I wrote the last entry. 🙁 I just didn’t know that for a few days.
Time is infinite You are finite Motorcycle is wrong tool
So it turns out that if you die at home and aren’t on a priority for an autopsy, it can take 2-6 months (!) to get the lab results for your cause of death. Why does this matter? Because insurance won’t pay out until a cause of death is determined. At least, in the case […]
In 1997, during the darkest, bleakest period of my life (being recently widowed at the time), I did something especially sensible: I bought a brand-new Jeep Cherokee, allowing my late husband’s Toyota Camry, called Frankencar (because it was built from the carcasses of three dead Camrys) to go to its final resting place. Now, despite […]