November 17th, 2008

Dead Dog Cat

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I finished, yesterday, Mark Stein's book How the States Got Their Shape, which gives some interesting background into the odd shapes that most of the US states have. It covers a lot of history, and does a good job of explaining most of it. Nicely done.

Last night was Dungeonmaster, a Guardian of the Flame episode, and one that reminded me of the old days in Chicago, with noone gaining the prize. There was a solid crowd, something that more shows this season deserved, as the adventures were rather well-scripted and acted by the cast. It was cool to see so many friendly faces pre- and post-show.

It did look, initially, like we might not make it, as it took us a half hour to go what normally would take us ten minutes, but once we got past I-605, it all cleared out. Apparently, with the 57 Freeway closed into Orange County, the folks who'd missed the fires by being at the Colorado River, or in Vegas, were using the 605 as their route home.

In another couple of hours, I can turn over the mantle of call to my associate; then, for me, it's office hours and nursing homes, and then to crash...
Dead Dog Cat

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My sister posted an email about it, so I suppose I should ruminate a bit about it too, but today would have been my father's second birthday since his demise.

Things have found a new level, in my feelings about the loss. Last year, I viewed this date with dread; this year, not at all. Now, maybe my spouse would comment that she notices something different about my behavior. She might even be right. I'm not typically introspective, to my detriment. But I really didn't dread this date. (Try me again in July, though.)

I worry about my mother, and that is a daily thing, rather than fretting about Dad's death. I spoke to her already today, and she didn't mention the date, so I wonder if she even recalls? Or if she was trying to spare my feelings? Hmm. Don't know.