I'm so sorry, JZ.
Wesley: I stabbed you. I should apologize for that. But I'm honestly not sure how. I think it'll just be awkward. Gunn: Good call. Wesley: Okay.
'Time Bomb'
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Atropa - Apr 29, 2005 1:14:46 pm PDT #6535 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Aims - Apr 29, 2005 1:32:40 pm PDT #6536 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Dear CoW-I can appreciate the fact that you have 0 body fat and are very skinny. However, please stop turning MY temp control up to 78 degrees. I am burning up.
Ta ever so.
Katerina Bee - Apr 29, 2005 1:43:30 pm PDT #6537 of 10001
Herding cats for fun
(((JZ))) Sitting in the sunshine sounds like a good thing to be doing right at the end. Maybe even better than being tucked into your own comfy bed surrounded by loving grandchildren.
libkitty - Apr 29, 2005 2:10:46 pm PDT #6538 of 10001
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs
{{{JZ}}}
I'm glad that your grandfather's passing was peaceful, and wish you and your whole family strength and comfort in each other as you mourn.
Deena - Apr 29, 2005 2:16:00 pm PDT #6539 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
{{JZ}} peace to you and your family.
DawnK - Apr 29, 2005 2:36:53 pm PDT #6540 of 10001
giraffe mode
{{{JZ}}} thinking of you and your family
Susan W. - Apr 29, 2005 3:25:59 pm PDT #6541 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
{{{JZ}}} My deepest sympathies to you and your family.
Susan W. - Apr 29, 2005 3:34:30 pm PDT #6542 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
In tiny petty ways, I just had a horrible afternoon. All traffic jams and near-wrecks and cranky baby because the errands took way longer than they were supposed to and she was hungry and tired. Plus panic from thinking I'd lost an important attachment for the grant application I was copying and mailing (turned out I'd left it on my desk). When I went back home to get the attachment, I found that there was nothing in my mailbox but one measly letter, which feeds my suspicion that something is going badly awry with all my "big" mail--magazines, packages, writing contest entries, etc. I took the grant to my local post office to mail, talked about the problem with the post office staff, and ended up nearly crying in front of my mail carrier and everyone.
By the time I finally finished everything and got home, Annabel was in a state and I was getting the shakes myself from low blood sugar. I got her fed and down for her nap, but then DH called before I could get enough food and drink into my system to get my brain back in focus and lose the anxious/panicked feeling, so it ended up being kind of a weird, bad conversation, and I won't see him until later this evening, because he had a dinner to go to after work.
All small stuff in a world of life and death, but I'm still trying to calm down.
sj - Apr 29, 2005 4:10:02 pm PDT #6543 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{JZ}}} I am sorry for your loss.
brenda m - Apr 29, 2005 4:11:00 pm PDT #6544 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
So sorry, JZ. You've mentioned him here before, and I'm sorry you've lost him.