Ugh Nora, so sorry. I had a dream last night that I was at some Japanese store with cool cheap things and I realized they had a whole bunch of cool silverware and was thinking “ooh let me pick one and tell mom I want it for Christmas” and then I remembered she’s dead and dad can’t go shopping even if he was the sort who did, and I cried….in the dream. I woke up sad but not crying. Life is dumb sometimes.
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
and then I remembered she’s dead and dad can’t go shopping even if he was the sort who did, and I cried….in the dream. I woke up sad but not crying. Life is dumb sometimes.
Oof. Mortality is a stupid idea.
I don't know. Some people do our best work with a deadline. It might be nice, though, if people knew they could what they wanted with say 85 years. and if there wasn't so much time wasted on, like, tax returns and gingivitis. Zooms and credential theater.
Much love, Nora!
Oh, I'm so sorry, Nora. Sending love.
I’m so sorry Nora
So much love to you Nora. Losing a parent is a very particular sort of loss.
{{{{{{{{Nora}}}}}}}
Oh Nora, I'm so sorry.
Nora, my condolences.
I've skipped, I'm sorry, so general good vibes and ~ma and hugs-to-those-who-like-them and timelies all around.
(We're still OK. I still can only take the news in extremely small doses at a time, or the very thin I'm-OK outer-shell might shatter. I'm still grateful for this place, and hope that as much as possible is well for each and every one of you. I'm still OK.)