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Monday, August 11, 2003
I’m Back from Wandering, yet Still Wandering Mia is in daycare once again, and I’m back in the office. I spent most of last week moving from place to place like some kind of Bedouin. (Mia’s still just crawling, so she probably appreciates clean and/or carpeted floors, which we do not have.) I spent a lot of time at my mom’s and Michelle’s parents. I went to my dad’s for a few hours one day. I came to work to tie up some loose ends when I could. And I came here when I could. --------------- Mrs. Dayment asked about the back story regarding my dad. Some of it is here. I’ve talked a lot recently to people (including his current wife) about how disconnected I am from him, and why that might be. And now he’s looking very sickly. About a year and a half ago, he dropped 25 or 30 pounds in a few short weeks. Everyone was sure he had cancer, but the (limited) screening the doctor(s) did didn’t reveal anything other than early emphysema. But his health continues to deteriorate. He’s drinking a 12-pack of beer a day, and smoking Godknowshowmany cigarettes. I just can’t feel sorry for him. I can’t change him, and I don’t really care enough to try. It’s sad, but that’s the bottom line. --------------- I received word from Leo that my comments are set up and ready, so they should be installed (as you read this). Things may be a little touch-and-go at the outset, but I’m sure any kinks will be worked out wid’a quickness. --------------- This past Friday was poker night. A friend of a friend organized quite an event: 21 participants, lots of money, and no-limit Texas Hold ‘Em. I’d never played in a poker tournament, and it was a lot of fun. Michelle and I each lost $20, but we did okay. Our friend Richard made it to the final table and was out until after 5 in the morning. I guess by losing $20 each, we earned the right to go to bed before midnight. --------------- So, I’m in exactly the same place I was a week ago as far as the CDs are concerned . . . still have to burn the ones I’m sending out. The lucky recipients? Cait, SJ, Kat, ssc, Rob, jab (my blogless sister-in-law), Maria (bass player from my band), and the chicks from Girls on Film. The CDs will be put together this week and in the mail by the weekend. That’s my story right now, anyway. |