November 13th, 2006

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A Father's Last Days

Today, against my plans, though as usual, I fell asleep on the couch in my living room, listening to NPR. I had been listening to "Fresh Air" and the guy talking about doping. I woke up maybe 45 minutes later and was deciding whether to get up when "A Father's Last Days" came on. I could not possibly leave the room, let along get up off the couch, because that was one of the best pieces I've ever heard on NPR.

It hit me very close to home, as while my own father isn't terminally ill, he's 73 and has been on death's door several times in the past few years and the conversations he's had with me are so much like the ones the daughter in the story described, it was like hearing a mirror. Since my parents live in Massachusetts and I live in Georgia, the last time I saw my dad was back in May, during the last couple of days of a 6-7 week hospitalization for pneunomia and kidney troubles. Talking to him in the hospital, it was like talking to an animated paper doll. I'd tell him what I was doing in Atlanta and tell him what the weather was like, what was growing in my mom's garden, where my mom and I had gone visiting that afternoon. It was so much effort for him to stay awake and stuff like eating was a major challenge, but he managed as best he could. The therapists had him up walking to strengthen his legs and it was no wonder it was hard for him, because his legs were like matchsticks.

Anyway, he finally got out of the hospital and eventually got lucid enough, minus the drugs, that we could talk on the phone again, but NPR brought back the hospital visit and some previous visits home, when I hung on Dad's every word and found myself happy to be talking to him about anything, even oatmeal or the weather, just because it meant I could still talk with him.

x-posted from npr_junkies
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No love on eBay

None of the books I put on eBay sold, surprisingly. Usually when I put up a bunch, at least a couple will sell. Bummer! I will relist them again in a couple weeks, since people will get in holiday-buying mode and my books are things people might ask for.

The only good news is that two of the lots of magazines I put up have bids and will sell and every time I put up a copy of the Wraeththu picture book it sells. I posted on this afternoon. Once the magazines are sold, I'm going to post the other back issues I have one by one, a couple a day. I bet those will sell.
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Hail darkness

I think I know why I've been in a better mood lately. The season and time change. It's cooling down and we get more hours of dark. I know that makes some people depressed, but I find I'm most productive and creative when it's dark. Daylight is very tiring!
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    "Orbit" -The Changelings
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From thefridayfive

1) If you had to move 100 miles or more to the north, east, west, or south, which would you choose, where would you end up, and what's so great about there?

I'm pretty sure that anywhere 100 miles from here would still be in Georgia, and that's too close to be Savannah... so actually I'd prefer to stay here in Atlana! I guess if I had to move, maybe Covington? That's a nice, vaguely utopian town I guess 30 miles east of here.

2) Do you have a favorite stretch of highway or byway for driving, touring, or wandering?

Though I don't drive and don't like car trips much, I love the coastal highway in New Hampshire. Many times my mom and I have gone from Andover up to Portsmouth the short way, on the highway, and then taken the scenic route home. We stop at the various beaches and points and I run out to the ocean to touch it, gather shells, and watch the gulls.

3) Are you happier to start a trip or return home?

Start. I almost always hate coming back, whether it's from my parents' house or Europe or wherever.

4) Plane, train, automobile, bicycle, or foot?

Um, what about trains, buses, streetcar? I prefer pretty much any mode of travel over car. I guess walking is my favorite means of transportation.

5) Do you overplan or underplan your travels? (Assume that "no" is not a valid answer.)

I plan enough but not too much. For example, I'll pick out some places I'd like to visit on a trip, find out their hours, prices and locations, but I never create "itineraries" for trips. Not that I don't have incredible trips, visit amazing things, but I hate the idea of scheduling leisure time, cutting yourself off from serendipity, etc. Often the friends' I'm staying with will take me places that aren't in any guidebook but are amazing.
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The Letter S

Comment and I'll give you a letter; then you have to list 10 things you love that begin with that letter. After, post this in your journal, and give out some letters of your own.

gingerspark gave me S.

1. Snow.

2. Science Fiction.

3. The Smiths

4. Storm Constantine.

5. Strauss (waltzes).

6. Satyricon

7. Satire.

8. Shoes.

9. Stockings / Strumphhosen.

10. Shiraz.

The Cat's Need to Know

One thing that continually amuses me about Luckie is how she has this compulsive, irrepressable need to know what I'm doing. She will hover over me as I do the most mundane things, like crack nuts, make cookies, or sew.

Probably her biggest fascination is watching me do anything at the bathroom sink. During the daytime she doesn't always follow me in there, but at night, she always runs over and up on the counter, thinking it's time for the daily dental care ritual. First she watches in fascination as I floss (though she doesn't care about the floss itself), then scrutinizes the toothbruth, then she stares into the sink, all excited because she knows I'm going to *spit*. Once I do, she watches it go down the drain and I swear she'd chase it if she wouldn't get wet. Finally, she observes closely the flouride rinse and stares, aghast, when I spit that out and rinse the sink. She stands there with her paws at the edge of the sink, looking down like "Where does it GO?" Afterward I sometimes give her a Q-tip as a present and she'll play with that for ten minutes or so, 'til she "kills" it.