Sorry for your loss, and there’s really no rhyme or reason, HFD.
I’m generally a very unhappy person. If you asked me the last time I experienced pure joy that wasn’t manufactured in some way, I’d have no answer for you. I’m not suicidal at all, but I certainly have no will to live. I’m kind of just going through the motions while waiting around to die. And I’m not what you’d call a specimen of health either. I’ve lost a lot of weight, but that’s just because I quit drinking. (Because what’s the point?) My favorite activity is sleeping.
At any rate, I had seven strokes five years ago, received awful medical care during and after them, and yet I still have to live my life and make it look like I want to be here while doing so.
Sorry for your loss, and there’s really no rhyme or reason, HFD.
I’m generally a very unhappy person. If you asked me the last time I experienced pure joy that wasn’t manufactured in some way, I’d have no answer for you. I’m not suicidal at all, but I certainly have no will to live. I’m kind of just going through the motions while waiting around to die. And I’m not what you’d call a specimen of health either. I’ve lost a lot of weight, but that’s just because I quit drinking. (Because what’s the point?) My favorite activity is sleeping.
At any rate, I had seven strokes five years ago, received awful medical care during and after them, and yet I still have to live my life and make it look like I want to be here while doing so.
seven strokes. jesus. I'm sorry to hear that dude. ever considered talking to a professional?
"Oh Canada...you're beautiful when you're drunk" -EV 8/14/93
Sorry for your loss, and there’s really no rhyme or reason, HFD.
I’m generally a very unhappy person. If you asked me the last time I experienced pure joy that wasn’t manufactured in some way, I’d have no answer for you. I’m not suicidal at all, but I certainly have no will to live. I’m kind of just going through the motions while waiting around to die. And I’m not what you’d call a specimen of health either. I’ve lost a lot of weight, but that’s just because I quit drinking. (Because what’s the point?) My favorite activity is sleeping.
At any rate, I had seven strokes five years ago, received awful medical care during and after them, and yet I still have to live my life and make it look like I want to be here while doing so.
seven strokes. jesus. I'm sorry to hear that dude. ever considered talking to a professional?
I do. Every week. She’s great.
Don’t get me wrong. I wouldn’t trade this life for anything. There’s much that I love about it.
To live is to suffer, though, as well. And I tend to hang out there more than I should. And I’ve come to terms with that.
“You’ve got to get behind the mule In the morning and plow.”
It ain’t always a bad thing. I’m generally more content around baseball season. And that’s a nice, long season.
I’ve got tons of great music to listen to, books to read, films to watch, instruments to play, awesome kids to coach, even more awesome kids to raise, and—I know you’re not supposed to have favorites, but goddamn it—my wife is just my favorite and a helluva navigator.
I feel all of that joy. I also know that without any of the above in my life, I would likely be perpetually anhedonic. I’ve been chasing that one for 30 years, though! So as great as my professional is, it is likely, in the end, a Sisyphean effort on both our parts. But a worthwhile endeavor.
And …
“… one must imagine Sisyphus happy.”
(It keeps me busy anyway.)
Edit: And all I was really trying to point out in my sharp contrast with your departed friend in my earlier post is that the sooner you stop trying to make sense out of it, the closer you’ll be to acceptance. Again, I’m very sorry for your loss.
You gotta keep doing it, bud. That’s a whole lot of slack for someone else to pick up—every inch of it a measure of the compassion that you put into this world.
Working from home in our basement this week (covid exposure) and all I want to do is play guitar. LOL. I think I'll pick one up now and see what happens.
Sorry for your loss, and there’s really no rhyme or reason, HFD.
I’m generally a very unhappy person. If you asked me the last time I experienced pure joy that wasn’t manufactured in some way, I’d have no answer for you. I’m not suicidal at all, but I certainly have no will to live. I’m kind of just going through the motions while waiting around to die. And I’m not what you’d call a specimen of health either. I’ve lost a lot of weight, but that’s just because I quit drinking. (Because what’s the point?) My favorite activity is sleeping.
At any rate, I had seven strokes five years ago, received awful medical care during and after them, and yet I still have to live my life and make it look like I want to be here while doing so.
seven strokes. jesus. I'm sorry to hear that dude. ever considered talking to a professional?
I do. Every week. She’s great.
Don’t get me wrong. I wouldn’t trade this life for anything. There’s much that I love about it.
To live is to suffer, though, as well. And I tend to hang out there more than I should. And I’ve come to terms with that.
“You’ve got to get behind the mule In the morning and plow.”
It ain’t always a bad thing. I’m generally more content around baseball season. And that’s a nice, long season.
I’ve got tons of great music to listen to, books to read, films to watch, instruments to play, awesome kids to coach, even more awesome kids to raise, and—I know you’re not supposed to have favorites, but goddamn it—my wife is just my favorite and a helluva navigator.
I feel all of that joy. I also know that without any of the above in my life, I would likely be perpetually anhedonic. I’ve been chasing that one for 30 years, though! So as great as my professional is, it is likely, in the end, a Sisyphean effort on both our parts. But a worthwhile endeavor.
And …
“… one must imagine Sisyphus happy.”
(It keeps me busy anyway.)
Edit: And all I was really trying to point out in my sharp contrast with your departed friend in my earlier post is that the sooner you stop trying to make sense out of it, the closer you’ll be to acceptance. Again, I’m very sorry for your loss.
thanks bud.
"Oh Canada...you're beautiful when you're drunk" -EV 8/14/93
Lol...just thinking every time I see the picture on the Gigaton album half the rock formation on the right side reminds me of one of Ed's faded, tattered flannel shirts like set in stone...
******************************** "Forgive every being, the bad feelings it's just me"
I found my sister today. Had to check downtown and all the hot spots and places that people experiencing homelessness hang out like the bus station and free food places. Finally found her near the dealers cuz its welfare day.
Put her in a hotel for 3 nights. Crossing fingers that the First Nation friendship centre is able to place her in interim modular supportive housing that provides meals and outreach tomorrow.
Thanks for sharing that perspective. I didn't feel like I am positioned to do much at all.
I did get her to a dentist this morning who extracted roots from a tooth that she had extracted herself. Better than nothing.
I admire you so much for taking care of your sister. I am really close with my sister, and can't imagine being in your shoes. I would hope I would be able to rise to the occasion as you are doing (although in reality my sister is the more responsible one of the two of us).
Asking for good thoughts/prayers/juju/vibes for my Mom's surgery on Monday. Her DR thinks that all should go well, but I think we're all nervous as hell because of, well...human nature. Hope you're all doing well.
Asking for good thoughts/prayers/juju/vibes for my Mom's surgery on Monday. Her DR thinks that all should go well, but I think we're all nervous as hell because of, well...human nature. Hope you're all doing well.
Sending good thoughts your way for your mom to have a successful surgery and a speedy and full recovery.
mfc2006 said:^^^Thank you all! Her surgery just started and we should all know more in a few hours.
I hope no news is good news and that your mom is recovering well.
My apologies for not posting an update. Yes, the spinal surgery went well and she has been discharged and is now recovering at home. I was going to see her today, but covid and weather had other plans. I look forward to seeing her very soon. Thank you all for the well wishes!
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
Whilst I should really be sitting with the dog doing embroidery watching the winter Olympics opening ceremony, somehow I've ended up being roped into removing the entire kitchen flooring and corkboard underlay.
I just stopped for lunch (salmon and greek salad) and I'm half way there.
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-EV 8/14/93
astoria 06
albany 06
hartford 06
reading 06
barcelona 06
paris 06
wembley 07
dusseldorf 07
nijmegen 07
this song is meant to be called i got shit,itshould be called i got shit tickets-hartford 06 -
Don’t get me wrong. I wouldn’t trade this life for anything. There’s much that I love about it.
To live is to suffer, though, as well. And I tend to hang out there more than I should. And I’ve come to terms with that.
In the morning and plow.”
It ain’t always a bad thing. I’m generally more content around baseball season. And that’s a nice, long season.
I’ve got tons of great music to listen to, books to read, films to watch, instruments to play, awesome kids to coach, even more awesome kids to raise, and—I know you’re not supposed to have favorites, but goddamn it—my wife is just my favorite and a helluva navigator.
I feel all of that joy. I also know that without any of the above in my life, I would likely be perpetually anhedonic. I’ve been chasing that one for 30 years, though! So as great as my professional is, it is likely, in the end, a Sisyphean effort on both our parts. But a worthwhile endeavor.
And …
“… one must imagine Sisyphus happy.”
(It keeps me busy anyway.)
Edit: And all I was really trying to point out in my sharp contrast with your departed friend in my earlier post is that the sooner you stop trying to make sense out of it, the closer you’ll be to acceptance. Again, I’m very sorry for your loss.
astoria 06
albany 06
hartford 06
reading 06
barcelona 06
paris 06
wembley 07
dusseldorf 07
nijmegen 07
this song is meant to be called i got shit,itshould be called i got shit tickets-hartford 06 -
astoria 06
albany 06
hartford 06
reading 06
barcelona 06
paris 06
wembley 07
dusseldorf 07
nijmegen 07
this song is meant to be called i got shit,itshould be called i got shit tickets-hartford 06 -
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-EV 8/14/93
Prague Krakow Berlin 2018. Berlin 2022
EV, Taormina 1+2 2017.
I wish i was the souvenir you kept your house key on..
"Forgive every being,
the bad feelings
it's just me"
Prague Krakow Berlin 2018. Berlin 2022
EV, Taormina 1+2 2017.
I wish i was the souvenir you kept your house key on..
Oh, bravado
I found my sister today. Had to check downtown and all the hot spots and places that people experiencing homelessness hang out like the bus station and free food places. Finally found her near the dealers cuz its welfare day.
Put her in a hotel for 3 nights. Crossing fingers that the First Nation friendship centre is able to place her in interim modular supportive housing that provides meals and outreach tomorrow.
And great news about your sister! Way to persevere and do good by her. I wish her well.
I did get her to a dentist this morning who extracted roots from a tooth that she had extracted herself. Better than nothing.
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www.cluthe.com
Thanks GG. She got the interim housing room. Phew!
www.cluthelee.com
www.cluthe.com
Prague Krakow Berlin 2018. Berlin 2022
EV, Taormina 1+2 2017.
I wish i was the souvenir you kept your house key on..
www.cluthelee.com
www.cluthe.com
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
I just stopped for lunch (salmon and greek salad) and I'm half way there.