Jesse, that's so sad and scary.

Suzi, I'm sorry this wasn't THE house, but you'll find it!

Good-bye, Terry Pratchett. You were fucking awesome.

JFC, will this year every get any better?

I feel like, I've reached an age where there will never again be a year in which no one I loved, personally or from afar, dies.

I think I was lucky in that I reached age 29 before the death of someone around my age that I knew personally and liked. She was a co-worker who died at age 33 of a sudden heart attack. Before that, all the deaths in my life were either elderly relatives or contemporaries that I didn't know well. Although my grandfather's death when I was 11 was very hard on me, it wasn't until I was almost 30 that a death was someone who could've been me. Now I'm trying to remember who was the first actor or author who'd meant a lot to me to pass away, and I can't. Maybe Nimoy is overshadowing all the others in my mind right now.

Sorry to be morbid on this beautiful day. I don't feel morbid, just contemplative. Of course, I should be working instead of musing, but that's almost always true.

Ugh. Terry Pratchett will be missed.

Zapp's potato chips

I miss these so much. I had no room to bring a few (large) bags back with me last month.

Zapps' will ship you their potato chips, for a small fee.

How sad. I know Pratchett had health problems, but I was hoping (perhaps selfishly) that we'd have him around a bit longer.

I feel like, I've reached an age where there will never again be a year in which no one I loved, personally or from afar, dies.

For sure.

In whiplash news, then I got amazing work news!

I feel like, I've reached an age where there will never again be a year in which no one I loved, personally or from afar, dies.

I think that's true. (We're same age, right? '61?) It's been driven home by my reconnection with Kenyon Alumni, and we've had so many people dying in the last two years. Women dying of cancer, men of heart attacks (mostly). Though a random car accident recently.

It's daunting.

Both of my parents are dead, and my sister is 8 years older than me and not in great health (very overweight, smoking, sedentary) so I'm kind of bracing myself for that one.

(We're same age, right? '61?)

Close enough. 1963.

My parents are dead! #Batman

My sister is 14 years older than me. She's in quite good health, except for that heart condition that showed up a couple years ago. She's supposed to take it easy, but she does not. She still does all her own yard work, and paints her houses herself, and is more active at 65 than I've ever been. And that's good, but sometimes it scares me when she doesn't answer her phone, you know? We've had That Talk, about wills and estates and end-of-life care, and what I'm supposed to do as her executor, and I have filed it all away in my head under Someday and I try not to think about it.

Thanks, everyone for the birthday wishes yesterday. Last night Miriam took me out to an Ethiopian restaurant (the same one where we had our mini-f2f a few weeks ago). She got to taunt me for being an old man, and I won't be able to get any retaliatory taunting in until she turns 50 in half a year.

Yes, but that gives you 6 months to think of some REALLY good taunts.

My older sister is my only blood family left, and she has a husband and children and a large circle of friends who will look after her. I should put together something for myself, I guess.