by russell
Time for a fresh thread.
A bad day, I think we can all agree, is when a whale tries to eat you while you're diving for lobster. A good day is when the whale figures out that 'human in a dive suit' was not what he ordered, and spits you back out.
A good day is when you get together with friends again, after over a year of not being able to see each other except on Zoom. A less-than-good day is when the occasion of the reunion is the memorial service for one of those friends, gone way too young at 49.
Painter, sculptor, print-maker, potter, seamstress, lover of color and shape and texture, collector of strange and unusual and wonderfully odd things, world traveler, mentor and house parent to a generation of high school students, owner of a mischievous wit. A person who lit up any room she ever entered. Long time companion and wife of another dear friend, who now finds the world strangely uninteresting and gray.
She will be missed. Her memory will be a blessing.
I enjoy most things about aging, at least so far. I can put up with the increasing accumulation of nickel-and-dime physical ailments and the petty memory lapse BS.
But I hate losing my friends.
A bittersweet end to a difficult year.
We think we have time, but all we really ever have is now. Whatever is in your mind and heart to do, start now.
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