I’m a bad person . . .

I know there are a lot of people who will think that of me, after they read what I’m about to write.

I don’t care.

Almost exactly 21 years ago, my mother tried to kill me.  My step-father, who was an ordained minister of the First Christian Church (Disciples of Christ), stood by her side and used religion to justify her actions.  That was the day my faith in organized religion of any form died.

Today I got a phone call.  The caller was informing me that my step-father had passed on.

I feel no sense of loss.  I’m not sorry he’s gone.  I intend to hold a mostly private party, with my wife, tonight – to celebrate the first step to the end of a 21 year long trial.

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Giving Thanks . . .

Today is the Thanksgiving holiday in the USA, and most people will sit down at some time today to elaborate meals shared with someone they care about, in celebration of the holiday.

For me, today has special significance because I was recently reminded of someone that I considered a dear friend when I first moved to the St. Louis metro area.  It was December, 1994, when we met, and she was one of my superiors at the job I moved there for.  No, she was more of a mentor, because we both did the same type of work there.  Her name was Francine.

Last Saturday, my wife saw a Facebook post by one of Francine’s relatives, announcing that Francine is dying of cancer.  The relative used the phrase “has finally admitted that she is . . . ” which says to me that Francine has been sick for some time.  She was expected to die within days, but I’ve heard no update since.

Anyway, this got me to thinking of the many people I knew and liked at that job – and how many of them have died of cancer.  Not many have died, but to a person, ALL who have died did so of cancer.  What does that say about the place where we worked?  Most died while still working there.

So, today I’m giving thanks for the MANY wonderful people who have touched my life over the last 55 years.   Some had minor appearances in my story, some inspired whole chapters.  They were all special, and I’m forever grateful to have known them.  It will be a while, but eventually I will see them again.  The great video game of  LIFE always respawns with a new character.

10 Years for US . . .

but a whole lifetime for him.  I’m talking about our pet cat, Merlin, who joined our family 10 years ago today.  You can find our original announcement here:

https://mr-spock-rocks.com/2007/11/01/hes-here/#comments

Sorry I don’t have any update photos to share, but he still doesn’t pose for cameras.  He does purr a lot, and he still chases shadows.  Now, though, he prefers to chase shadows that we aren’t deliberately making for his amusement.

Simple economics . . .

Well, it looks like my run as an internet blogger is coming to an end, due to simple economics.

When we first moved to this area, we had a fairly reasonable rate for internet service, and we were happy enough with the provider that when I cancelled my cell phone we called them up and got internet phone for the house, using the same number.  The main problem is that they have been the only broadband internet provider we could use in this area.

Over time our internet cost has escalated to where it is no longer affordable.  It is now nearly 50% higher than it was when we started with them, and the quality of service has declined noticeably.  The last 3 months in a row, the bill has gone up every month.  There is another provider that has started moving into the area, but they can’t provide service to our address yet.

So, I’m going to call Cox in a few hours, to see if we can get a slower package, or find some way to reduce our bill.  If we can’t, it will be time to pull the plug on our internet, and that might take our phone with it.

RIP to an uncle . . .

I learned a little while ago that one of my mom’s brothers passed to his next adventure early this morning.  While I can’t say he was someone I felt close to, he treated my family alright when we got together while I was growing up.

Still, it is a fitting capstone to a particularly gruesome week.  In my last post, I stated that I woke up with another migraine.  So, imagine my surprise when my wife reads to me from an email newsletter by Dr. Sears (I hope I spelled that right) that Imitrex actually CAUSES migraines – and makes them worse by both intensity and frequency.  This is because of a physical manifestation known as a rebound effect.  In other words, what it does to provide relief is only a treatment of symptoms, and the problem is worse when the medicine wears off.

Well, I’ll vouch for the “makes them worse” part – this last migraine lasted 5 1/2 days, and for the last few months the classic ID tags of a migraine (light sensitivity, upset stomach, audio distortion) have been showing up in pairs about half of the time.

Oh, and the rest of the story on how this week went?  Before the migraine had run it’s course the National Weather Service was posting severe weather watches for this whole area.  The storms started about 10:30pm (2230 hrs) last night, and it’s been pretty steady ever since.  MIGHT end tomorrow, but no promises.

I had it coming . . .

Last night my wife and I were watching a disc we got from Netflix.  I was sitting in my recliner, with a cat sound asleep on my lap, when she got up to go to the kitchen.  Seeing her heading that direction, I held up my empty coffee cup and asked if she’d mind getting me a refill – so I wouldn’t have to wake the cat.

She wanted to know what she should put in it, and I responded with “something hot, brown, and wet.”

Then SHE asked me if I meant Zoe Saldana or Halle Berry.

I really should have just said “coffee”.  Besides, even if they were willing, neither one of them would fit in my coffee cup.