David died. That's his real name. Saying it out loud here seems right, respectful.
He's the fellow I volunteered for who had ALS. One minute he was there, the next week he was gone. Just like that. I know he was "dying" but his death was rather sudden, unexpected. I don't really miss him, but I think of him every time I drive pass his exit. I think about his family, his wife, etc. Very sad, but he was ready.
In the near future I will turn my volunteer efforts to the living instead of the dying. There's a mentor program here in town. I'm going to the orientation next week.
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Rover promoted to Chief. I call him Chief You're-A-Butt. Ha, ha.
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I enrolled in a French conversation class starting at the end of August. I'd like to be fairly proficient by next September. I think that's a reasonable goal.
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We talking about getting a dog. I've looked on line at pet rescue places. I might go see a puppy on Thursday if she's still available. No hurry, tho.
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I remain happy, content. Had a few weeks off recently, a few too many. Without structure I start getting antsy, but now I'm back to the grind, studying for my promotional exam, running around, exercising.
I started rock climbing again with my friend Tri-Pod. He turned 67 yesterday and is still in incredible shape. Nice man. Really like him a lot.
Rabbit and GirlFriday broke up again. Finally. Hopefully, this time for good. She's been unhappy for so long. They've been unhappy. All he wanted to do was swing. She wants more. He's blocked, broken and depressive; she's open and upbeat. She can do better.
Guess that's about it. Life is moving along. Everything is good.
Oh yeah, RacerEx is having a baby (yes, already--even though they've only known each other for a year now). I'm happy for him, I guess. Or indifferent, really. Good sign. Opposite of love is not hate but indifference is what I always say.
Rover and I are good. I recently told him that we don't have to get married if he doesn't want to (and I mean it), but he says he wants to keep me and it's okay. So that's good. I love him. We're good.
All right. Nite now.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
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