Oh damn.

A teenage brother of an so-called internet-friend person, who is still close enough, is dying. Like, dying-dying, final hours.

What's acceptable? I'm pretty sure we'll be able to come up with his address to get flowers to be sent there, but I'm not sure if it's a custom, and anyhow, it seems too little. So too little.

Shir, nothing is too little. I remembered being overwhelmed by the number of my friends who just came to my dads service. Any gesture is appreciated and will be remembered.

Thanks. He's of course overseas, and he will have to fly in and out of the country for the service (they lived in separate continents), so there's not much we can do.

Yicks. His death is so weird.

Shir, nothing is too little.

This.

I am so sorry.

Oh, Shir, I am so sorry.

And to Pix, I'm also sorry that the people at Potential School did not realize your awesomeness right away, but I'm holding out hope! It sucks, though, in the interim, no doubt about it.

I'm sorry to hear that, shir.

even if wikipedia doesn't have it quite right, what it does have is creepy. And intriguing.

Wikipedia is close enough for you guys to get a basic understanding. (And Supernatural, for that matter, although it was a slightly weird representation there and not as close.) Like all things in life, it's more complicated than wikipedia can get into.

This is the part where you can start to ignore anything I have to say because, clearly, I'm crazy. But suffice it to say that we have had direct interaction with skinwalkers, in both human and animal form, as have people we know and trust, and it's not something I hope to repeat.

The bit I found funny from the article is that Navajo people don't like to talk about skinwalkers at night. Neither do I! I've called off conversations before because I didn't want to go into stuff about them at night. Hee.

{{{Shir}}}

Hubby spent many years in Hawaii, and he speaks very respectfully of kahunas.

{{{Shir}}}

Pix, extra strong job~ma headed your way.

I just had a yummy dinner out with my friend H, who stubbornly insisted on paying to thank me for watching the baby yesterday.