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Today in My History

2001:  The Creative Process
2002:  Me and the Duchess

2003:  Don't Know Much About His-to-ree
2004:  Unraveling
2006:  When I Am Queen
2007:   Change of Venue
2008:  Bodies--Walt's and some Chinese Men--Revealed

2009:  Big Steps
2010:  The Bitter Truth
2011:  Having "The Other" Talk Again

A Pain in the Neck

Bitter Hack
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"Radium Girls"

Books Read in 2013
 Updated: 1/4

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Jeri's Visit, Jan 2013

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10 January 2013

I picked up the remote control and pressed the off button on our TV.   The model we have makes a little sound when the TV is turned off.  In seconds, the dogs had run in from the living room, where they were sleeping.  Was it time for us all to go to sleep now?

I turned off the lights while Sheila pranced around, eyeing me expectantly.  Our little herd of 2 and 4-legged beings walked down the hall.  I went into the bathroom, and the dogs gathered around the door, waiting.  When I came out and went on into the living room, Polly jumped up on the couch, and then on the table behind it, while Sheila and Lizzie stood behind and waited while I arranged my pillow and blanket and got myself settled.  Polly jumped onto my back and settled herself in her "pickle" position of our nightly doggie sandwich, while Lizzie leaped up on the table and settled down, and Sheila stood next to me to get her nightly pats and hugs and then also settled down along the couch and went to sleep.

We are such creatures of habit.

"Habit" was interrupted a bit while Jeri was here.   Jeri is not a TV person, so I don't usually turn the TV on when she is here, recording the shows that I normally watch to watch after she leaves.  So it was nice to reconnect with The Daily Show last night, and watch Stewart's previous night's tirade against gun violence and gun control (he pointed out that years ago one guy threw a rock off and overpass and now all overpasses look like habitrails.  One guy tried to sneak a bomb on a plane in his shoe and now millions of passengers must remove their shoes before passing through airport security, but somehow we can't even contemplate changes to sacrosanct gun laws).

Earlier in the evening I had watched the People's Choice Awards.   I don't know why I watch this show each year.  I guess because it's an awards show and I usually watch awards shows, but this is always the dumbest, and the one that reminds me how out of touch I am with most of the entertainment world the older I get.   Most of the celebrities are people I have never heard of, and if I've heard of them, I definitely would not recognize them.

Still it was nice that Big Bang Theory won for best comedy because that is one show I do watch and love.  I think it has the best comedy writing around, and I just love those geeks.

After the People's Choice Awards I watched the latest episode of Top Chef.  This season's show is set in Seattle and it made me all nostalgic, missing my friend Diane, who died of a heart attack in 2010.

DianeClsm.jpg (106807 bytes)Diane and I had a serendipitous meeting, when she came to Davis to visit her friend, who was my boss at The Typing Company.  She was here to help out with typing during our heavy season.  She and I hit it off right away and long after her friendship with my boss had ended, she and I remained friends.

I visited her several times in Seattle, once even taking the train up (which was such great fun).  She could be exasperating on those trips because in our e-mails before my arrival, she would be bursting with ideas for things we would do, and when I arrived she seemed to have made no plans, nor have any notion of what we could do to fill the time.

But we laughed a lot and usually ate too much.  We both knew we needed to watch our weight, but somehow we threw caution to the wind when we were together.

My favorite trip to visit her was when Peggy was here and we spent about a week at Diane's.  She and Diane got along famously and the whole time up there was just so much fun...and that time she had planned, so we did a lot of traveling around and saw a lot of things.

Peggy cut Diane off too, after she returned to Australia.  They continued to e-mail back and forth but Peggy sent her something that she didn't feel Diane had acknowledged and she decided to end the friendship.  Diane was very hurt.   (I should have seen that as a warning, I guess.)

Diane became a grandmother about 2 years before I did.

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She fell in love with her new little grandson and was a devoted grandmother, fortunately living nearby and able to be with her daughter almost daily, to help with the baby.  Especially when the twins were born a couple of years later.

She was so excited when Brianna was born and thought she was such a beautiful baby.  It was fun having someone my age being a new grandmother with me, since most of my friends' grandchildren were already quite grown up, going to school, some to high school already.  They had all gone through the baby years and had moved on, but Diane and I were enjoying being new grandmothers together.

It still makes me very sad that her grandchildren, whom she worshipped, are growing up without the opportunity to know the love of this woman, for whom they had become her whole life.

And I miss her.  She could drive me nuts sometimes, trying to tell me how to run my life, but I loved her and I miss her every day.


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