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Posts from the ephemera 2003 Category

That was the last word I remember her saying, when we visited her around lunch time. She was awake and lucid for about 10 minutes. No, she wasn’t waxing nostalgic, she was fussing at John to have someone at the house fix up our bedroom.

I couldn’t abide the thought of staying in that mausoleum of a house, so we are at a bright and chipper hotel on Miami Beach.

Her blood is all screwed up. Her immune system decided to attack the clotting elements, so she can’t stop bleeding. Nothing they give her does anything.

When we got back at 5, she was unconscious, on a respirator, and her kidneys had given up.

I just signed her Do Not Resuscitate order two hours ago. Almost three hours ago. I am waiting now.

The last posting day of the year! Better hurry and get those words in fast! No lingering over the pretty day outside, with the fresh frost on the grass. Get to work!

Write them poems! Copy and paste them anthology pages! Drink that tea!

And no, if you’d asked me when I graduated from high school to imagine myself at this age, it wouldn’t have been very near to the actuality of it at all…

On a day when everyone must go to the doctor, it rains. But you knew that, right? Just been myself, and am waiting for various unspecified prescriptions to be phoned in. Eddie the Cat is across the river in Kentucky having the mass in his abdoment tested.

How do you explain to a cat what is happening to him?

I had avoided my family for years, figuring that having had to disbar the cousin that nobody liked, but everybody ignored, expelled me. His parents would have me believe so, at any rate.

But another cousin just dragged me to a party that she was giving for her son who has just married, and it was gorgeous. The party, of course, but also of being able to enjoy myself there. Evil cousins were not at all in evidence, and a good time was had by all. My cousins’ children do them great credit.

I need bright colors around me now, perhaps especially because they are hard to find in the middle of winter. Winter may have just started according to the rigid calendar and the nice people at the Directorate of Time, but it’s been going on a while. I believe that I can date the beginning of winter every year to my first refusal to believe that it’s on the way.

The sun is shining and gorgeous, but on a passel of barren trees, it can only do so much.

In my desire for more color, I even tried to redesign the website on the fly, but fortunately for all of us, I kept backups. See?

Send colors… Reds and oranges and yellows. And maybe a bright green.

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