Friday, September 14, 2018
Is there a point
because if there is, I'd like to know what it is. This has been a very difficult year. rump and his merry band, plus my personal difficulties.
Monday, July 02, 2018
hello, remember me? maybe
you don't. It hasn't been an easy year. If L hadn't been here, it would have been truly horrible. Vermont; I don't think I'm ready to let that go. I was just thinking about the old spaghetti and steak house (really!) on 103 that was there when we arrived; Mom hired the daughter (what was her name? I can see her). Learning to swim in Spring Lake. Ranch Sarca (wasn't it called that? you tell me) and the bear roast they had every summer; the ice house. The siblings of Mia F, so impossibly thin, swimming in Spring Lake, one of them up at the ranch to recuperate from whatever. The person who ended up living there, who always wore a tie with a paperclip as a tie clip. You tell me how I can let this go.
Saturday, January 27, 2018
Here's a phrase
that doesn't cut it, doesn't 'do' it, doesn't express shit, really: Sorry for your loss. Really?
This is when it's been used in the past month(s):
I'm sorry for your loss. You're entitled to only 70 percent of his Social Security monthly payments, even though you've been married for 30 years. Sorry; you're not retirement age yet. I'm sorry; contact your congressman and complain to him/her. Those are the rules. Also? You can't earn more than a pittance before your SS monies must be returned.
I'm sorry for your loss. Sign here so I can load up the hospital bed from the living room, and the oxygen tank, and the roll-away table.
I'm sorry for your loss [said while looking over my shoulder], although I'll post a Facebook meme in which I claim to clasp any and all depressed persons to my personal bosom.
I've even lost FB friends because I've expressed that 'sorry for your loss' doesn't cut it. They're actually offended. "What are we SUPPOSED to say?" they whine. How about: "I don't know what to say. What can I do, or not do?"
There; I wrote that in September. Here it is now.
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