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Books Read in 2006
HAVING THE LAST WORD
17 November 2006
I sometimes worry about the most ridiculous things.
A woman I knew slightly died yesterday. She was a lovely person whom I knew only through Walt, who had worked with her off and on through the years. My association with her consisted of being at social events where she was also present and saying 'hello' but nothing else. I don't really remember having a conversation with her.
But she was a funny, interesting person and I enjoyed listening to her chat with all of the other people. I remember listening to her and her husband laughing about an apartment they were in the middle of remodeling the last time we saw her.
What we didn't realize was that she had been battling cancer for many years, and lost her battle in the early hours of yesterday morning. I don't know how old she was, but she had to have been around Jeri's age.
I thought about Mina off and on throughout the day, sent a brief note to her husband, and went on with life.
At midnight, I had fallen asleep in the recliner and the puppies woke me up, clamoring to be fed so I fed them, checked e-mail (which included a thank you note from Mina's husband) and then headed off to the couch to go back to sleep.
At that point I had had just enough sleep so that I didn't do what I usually do, which is to fall asleep instantly. Instead I had some 5-10 minutes when I could think about the events of the day, and naturally my thoughts turned to Mina and to people who die suddenly.
I've probably mentioned this here before, but some time ago after reading something in someone's journal about another journalist who just "disappeared," I decided that I needed to make provisions so that if I should drop dead someday--or be in some other way incapacitated and unable to continue writing this journal--I wanted people to know what happened, not just sit around wondering where I'd disappeared to.
At that time I set up a page which I posted and then gave Peggy instructions for how to release the page if that should become necessary. I asked Walt to post a note in my guestbook explaining what happened, and the page that Peggy was to release would be what you'd get when you logged onto this journal and it would tell you to check the guestbook.
So at 1 a.m. it suddenly hit me that I had set things up for people checking Sign My Guestbook, and that I no longer had that guestbook and that for some reason you can't write an entry into SignMyGuestbook any more.
If you can believe it, I actually thought about getting up at 1 a.m. and fixing that in case I died throughout the night.
The gods were kind and allowed me to live until morning, but I actually dreamed about the damn post-mortem notification and it was on my mind when I woke up this morning.
But puppies had to be fed first and those guys had peed so much through the night that all of them were soaking wet when I got them up, so I had to change their bedding, feed them, get Walt his breakfast and then I could turn my attention to the all-important death notification so that I wouldn't leave anybody frustrated at not being able to do what I thought would be so simple.
Turns out it wasn't that easy. I worked and worked and worked and worked at trying to get the Haloscan code right but things just didn't work out. I could put all the codes in right, but the page didn't come out the way I thought it was going to.
If you can believe it, I spent two ridiculous hours just trying to figure out how to let you know if I die!
Well, you'll be happy to know that I finally did figure out what I was doing wrong and managed to get it all fixed, so I can now relax and take whatever comes. If lightning strikes the house today, you can rest assured that now that I've put so much work into this damn project, if Peggy and Walt do their part, everybody will know what has happened to me.
I can't send e-mail from the beyond, but this is the next best thing.
I hope you appreciate all the work I put into getting it all right!
PHOTO OF THE DAY
Pinkie and Blue
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