My mom called to let me know my Uncle Gene died this morning. He was a kind, gentle soul — an incredible, mostly self-taught master carpenter who worked as a school maintenance person for decades before he retired. He was also a proud veteran who served as an airplane mechanic in Vietnam. I didn't find time to see him when I was home this summer, and I'm so sad I missed that chance to see him one last time. I will miss him.
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.
My condolences, Pix.
I'm sorry for your loss, Pix.
That's hard, Laura.
That’s really rough Laura.
And Pix too, differently.
My dad is in the hospital again, after some really alarming episodes of weakness where he couldn’t stand or walk. Looks to be related to kidney issues which also may or may not have implicated his heart.
Tough week for old men.
I'm sorry for your loss, Pix.
I hope they resolve your dad's issues quickly, Brenda.
Oh, Laura, that is hard.
So sorry for your loss, Pix.
Dad~ma, Brenda.
Tough week indeed.
So sorry, Pix, Brenda, and Laura.
So sorry all of you dealing with loss, either of a person or of a persons health.
And because is should be a separate post, I had a really fucking long morning. I had another mammogram today, followed by a 45 minute ultrasound and then ANOTHER ultrasound on a “better” machine. Good news is that I have a wonky lymph node and they are going to watch it. I need to go back in six months. I am sore as hell and feel like I’ve been repeatedly punched in my right breast, but yay for not going back for six months!
Rough day, y'all! I'm sorry.