Posts Tagged ‘funeral’
So the stuff outside is not specifically bothering me, though if I were to, it would sound like The Grounds for Violence – Key of Bart. People who don’t shovel their walkways, ESPECIALLY at the corners, and make it difficult to walk; now THEY really bug me.
I did fall down outside recently, trudging through the white stuff, Read the rest of this entry »
An Opinion Piece On A Controversial Topic. “Pretty awesome meta.”
Heidi Boghosian joins Bill Moyers for a conversation on what we all need to know about surveillance in America. “Spying on democracy,” indeed.
Exclusive excerpt from Art Spiegelman’s Co-Mix retrospective. Some lifetime ago, before Maus Read the rest of this entry »
This keeps happening, so I shouldn’t be surprised, yet I often am anyway: I meet some older persons, generally at church, and get along with them well. Yet, when they die, and I read the obituaries and/or go to the funerals, I realize how little I really knew them.
Such was the case with Carolyn Garvin, a member of my church, whose funeral my wife attended this weekend. She was the nice old lady who always commented on how well the choir, of which I was a member, performed. She always was a very good conversational listener as well.
The things I DIDN’T know about her, though, were staggering. Read the rest of this entry »
One of those year-in-review quizzes from Jaquandor.
Did you keep your New Year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Maybe I’ll make some this year. This past year felt as though, if I could keep my head above water, it was good.
Did anyone close to you give birth?
Not that I can recall.
Did anyone close to you die?
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I came home Friday night and realized I had forgotten my antibiotic pills at the office, which I was supposed to take every six hours. Worse, I couldn’t find my stinkin’ badge to get back into the building, even if I had returned to work. Reluctantly, I called a friend from work, and she picked me up, got me into the building, and helped me get my medicine.
Saturday, I went over to another friend’s house. I had been surprised to discover Read the rest of this entry »