2006/04/16
Dessert, Cribbage, Four Months
Today Mother and I went out for dinner. I quite enjoyed it. I ate salad and three desserts. Always eat dessert when you go out for dinner or at any celebration. That's my policy. Mother said, "It's a good thing you don't have diabetes." Then we played some cribbage and Scrabble. She skunked me three games of cribbage! She's good.
I have two half days of subbing for this week. I hope I get some more. I want to keep busy.
Today it is four months. Seems like a lifetime. Mother and I shed a few tears as we remembered. Missing you, Dennis. I'm going to reread some of his blog entries. They are so evocative I can almost hear his voice when I read them.
31 more days till Margot, but who's counting!
The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul arises from the feeling that there is in every individual something which is inexpressible, peculiar to him alone, and is, therefore, absolutely and irretrievably lost. ~Arthur Schopenhauer
Dessert, Cribbage, Four Months
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I have two half days of subbing for this week. I hope I get some more. I want to keep busy.
Today it is four months. Seems like a lifetime. Mother and I shed a few tears as we remembered. Missing you, Dennis. I'm going to reread some of his blog entries. They are so evocative I can almost hear his voice when I read them.
31 more days till Margot, but who's counting!
The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul arises from the feeling that there is in every individual something which is inexpressible, peculiar to him alone, and is, therefore, absolutely and irretrievably lost. ~Arthur Schopenhauer
Dessert, Cribbage, Four Months
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