Sunday, April 25, 2010
( 12:59 AM ) teahouse
The Husband got some sad news today. His girlfriend from high school passed away this week.
She'd been diagnosed with breast cancer in her mid-20s, and fought it off and was in remission for many years. But not long ago, it came back and metastasized in her lung, liver, and finally her brain.
She was 35 years old. She left behind a husband and a three-month old baby.
We found out today that she'd kept a blog detailing her chemotherapy and treatments, her hopes, her fears. As she got more and more weak, her husband took over posting and updating on her condition. He and their baby and her whole family were with her right at the end.
I feel incredibly sad. Even though I'd never met her, reading someone's blog really has a way of making you feel like you've been invited into their living room.
And I was struck by how much she said in her recent posts that she wished she could have a normal life - go out to dinner with her husband, run in the park without getting out of breath, eat whatever she wanted without vomiting. All of the things that I (and most thirty-something year olds) take for granted every day.
I think the Husband is still in shock. They'd lost touch, and he hadn't realized how sick she was. He's spent the past few hours contacting high school friends to share the news, and not talking much otherwise.
I can't really say anything else that doesn't sound trite - life is precious, we could all go at any time, live each day to the fullest, etc. But it's all true.
Hug a loved one today. #
Monday, April 19, 2010
( 9:40 PM ) teahouse
I was in line at a deli today, paying for my lunch.
Suddenly, I heard the man in line behind me say, loudly, "Wow, you guys are lucky here. You have beautiful food places, lots of options, delicious food. This is amazing! This is nothing like the cesspool of options we have in D.C.!"
I turned around to see who was talking. I couldn't tell whether he was addressing me, or nobody in particular.
It was Chris Matthews.
Seeing him up close made me realize how good a job Darrell Hammond does imitating him!#
Thursday, April 15, 2010
( 12:30 AM ) teahouse
This morning on my way to work, I walked past a man who had, on a leash, one of those little yippy dogs.
This little dog had a wee little cast on one of his front legs. I wish I'd caught it on camera. It was adorable. In spite of it, the little dog was limping along quickly, full of energy.
A woman walking another dog went by. She had, on her leash, a really big dog. A Great Dane.
All at once, the little yippy dog started barking loudly, and lunged at the big dog.
"Whoa!" cried the owner of the little dog. "Down, boy! Do you want casts on all three of your remaining good legs?"
I couldn't help but guffaw loudly as I walked by. #
Thursday, April 08, 2010
( 12:17 AM ) teahouse
Seasons of Looooovvvve!
Breaking news: scientists have found that Neptune's moon Triton has seasons!
Yes, apparently it's currently summer on Triton.
It only took 40 years to get there from the previous colder season.
But to be honest, it sounds a heck of a lot better there now than in New York City, where the weather went from the bone-chilling 30s just a few days ago to a high of 88 F today!
At least on Triton, theoretically you'd have 40 years of gradual warming to prepare for the season change. No surprises. I'm just saying.
I left for work this morning wearing a sweater. By the time my scheduled afternoon client meeting rolled around, I was sweating so much, I'm sure the client thought I was having hot flashes.
Anyone want to go to Triton with me for spring break?#
Sunday, April 04, 2010
( 12:01 AM ) teahouse
Easter seems to mean different things to different people.
In my family, Easter is the most important holiday of the liturgical year, as it is to the Catholic Church:
So we spend it in church, in prayer and reflection, celebrating the end of Lent and thinking about Jesus.
To some New Yorkers, Easter means the annual Easter parade down Fifth Avenue, when people dress in outlandish costumes and show off their hats.
Some people celebrate a Pagan Easter, spending the day engaged in sex and love and worshipping the goddess.