OK, people, take a pill.
Yes, I failed miserably with my "post a day for 30 days". Even allowing for weekends, it wasn't much. However, I had no idea that my friends were unable to understand the concept of "30 days".
While no "Contract with America", my attempt at daily bloggery was both reasonable and finite. The fact that I am still expected to maintain a breakneck pace that I never actually achieved or sustained, seems somewhat unfair.
I do have some juicy news to report, and additional cake pictures to share. The cake pictures are not in my camera, but someone else's. When I get them, I will gladly post my pictures for a hamburger today.
Speaking of hamburgers, I went to Ted's for lunch today, and I ate too much. The sun coming through my window is compounding the soporific effect of a hamburger the size of my head.
While we are on the subject of Ted's, I know that they all green and eco-friendly, but can I tell you how much I hate waxed paper straws? They work for about the first 15 minutes, and then they soften up, and the next thing you know, you have sucked your eyeballs into your nasal cavity because it slamed shut mid-suck. That kind of rapid change in cranial pressure is no good, no good at all. Yay for you for having no plastics in the restaurant, boo for my eyeballs.
How about twice a week? Will that work for you, you vultures?
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
Cheerios, Ensure and Phone Calls after Midnight
My grandfather passed away last night, after 8 pm PST.
Oddly enough, it was exactly two months after the first frantic phone call, saying that he only had hours or days to live.
I know he had survived the last two months on Cheerios and sips of Ensure. It wasn't enough to help him, just enough to keep him alive. He suffered, but the body clings to life, in the face of insurmountable odds.
The last two months have been difficult, trying to get updates, and wrestling with feelings of guilt for staying in Atlanta, and not flying home to San Diego. I would like to thank my friends and family for their support and offers of assistance. You are great people, in spite of your lamentable lack of taste in friends.
I am going to go home now, and try to get some sleep.
Please no more late night phone calls for a while...
Oddly enough, it was exactly two months after the first frantic phone call, saying that he only had hours or days to live.
I know he had survived the last two months on Cheerios and sips of Ensure. It wasn't enough to help him, just enough to keep him alive. He suffered, but the body clings to life, in the face of insurmountable odds.
The last two months have been difficult, trying to get updates, and wrestling with feelings of guilt for staying in Atlanta, and not flying home to San Diego. I would like to thank my friends and family for their support and offers of assistance. You are great people, in spite of your lamentable lack of taste in friends.
I am going to go home now, and try to get some sleep.
Please no more late night phone calls for a while...
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