So long, for now

I visited my friend Linda last night, it turned out to be the last time I would see her on this plane. Linda lost her struggle with Lung cancer this afternoon.

I tend to think that as you get older and you lose more people in your life, that it gets easier.

Well, it does not.

While I accept the fact that we all will die and I don't think that is a bad thing I just don't like losing people I care for.

I told Chief Matron Mare-Son not to cry, Linda was and is loved and she had a life.

I picked this picture because it reminds me of her story of travelling to Tibet. I imagine her as a gypsy wondering the world, little bells on her ankles and wrists and braided into her hair.

This is the picture I will carry with me until we meet again.

Feeling the presence of time

My friend Linda was diagnosed in August with stage 4 lung cancer and is "feeling the presence of time".

This makes me think of all those Dali paintings with the melted clocks. It was his way of showing that we have no control over time. Sometimes it goes so fast and sometimes so slow, yet in reality it is the same number of seconds every day.

We all think we are aware of time. The weekend passed far to quickly. The days drag at work and you wish it was quitting time. Some holiday is here before you are prepared.

I think Ms. Linda has once more said something profound - we all need to feel the presence of time, every day because if we don't it all slips by and sooner than we ever anticipated we are out of it.

Suspect slips out from under

Sooooo

The San Francisco police chase a suspect to Telegraph Hill where the suspect goes over the edge into a cliff area that has a lot of brush and trees.

Soooo

They decide they will not force him out. They are going to be kind, they will wait him out. They get a big light and shine it on the hillside to keep track of the suspect.

Soooo

After 30 hours, who knows how much money, said suspect is gone. He seems to have slipped out somehow. Where did he go?

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Christmas at the White House

I don't care who is in the White House I love the Christmas decorations. It is all so beautiful, I look forward to the HGTV special each year that shows all the trees, decorations, wreaths and gingerbread house. This year in the gingerbread house, they decorated and electrified four little rooms. You can look thru the windows and see the rooms. Very cool.

Anyway here is a link http://www.whitehouse.gov/holidays check it out.

People Face/People Ear???

So, I have blogged before about how I have people face. Please look at me and tell me more about themselves than I really need to know.

Well, I guess that extends to ears as well.

Yesterday I made a service call to Verizon and I got a woman on the phone who asked me how my day was going. I answered that it really sucked and how was hers?

She had just finished a conversation with her mother-in-law. It seems that her husband had not spoken to his family in twenty-one years. Can you believe that? Twenty-one years. Last Christmas I told him that I did not care why he was not speaking to them, he needed to get back in touch with them. So he did and now they want them to move back to Long Island. The currently live in Seattle and there is no way she is moving there. It is so hot and wet in the summer she would just hate it. Seems she is the good daughter in law, the other one does not even speak to the mother-in-law and she thinks it might be because the woman is a little over bearing and pushy.

She really did go on for a while and I wondered how does she see my people face thru the phone????

Rick Perry is an asshole

I am not ashamed to be a Christian.

You don't have to sit in a pew every Sunday to know this country is in trouble.

Gays can serve openly in the but children can't celebrate Christmas in schools.

I will end Obama's war against religion.

I'm Rick Perry and I'm an asshole.

OK, so maybe I paraphrased a little bit.