The Aerie
The high is going to be below 60 today.
It's the 10th of August, the sky is scudded with gray clouds, and it's so cold that I had to go home over lunch to change into a warmer shirt.
At work, I have nobody to talk to. The few people with whom I had friendly acquaintance have quit, transferred, or decided that they loathe me.
And my birthfather just died.
I had ten years during which I had a chance to get to know him better, but I didn't. I can count on my fingers the number of times he and I spoke.
But he was never, ever, anything but kind. He was generous. After I found him he started sending me gifts on my birthday. I never expected such a thing, but he sent them anyway.
He left behind his second wife, three great kids (or, I suppose, four if you count me), a new grandchild and a step-grandson.
I hate cancer.
Posted by Albatross at August 10, 2004 2:26 PMSounds like you're having a rough go currently, companero.
You know, Al's Breakfast can do wonders. I think they put something in the food.
(Yeah, I've read this whole thing, mostly. Even though you posted it all up in voluntary mode, still feels like going through your mail, somehow.)
We got the game on the 17th and all, but I'm up for civilian-style beer or Al's pretty much anytime.
Posted by: Jay at August 12, 2004 10:41 AM