When I got to church this past Sunday, someone from the choir hit me up to contribute to a breast cancer walk. She is a breast cancer survivor; I always comply.
That afternoon, the Wife and I go to a potluck party celebrating the end of the medical treatment of a friend of mine of 30 years and her “return to the world”. I had found out about her diagnosis of breast cancer on February 1, right after my mother had had a stroke. The lump in her breast was discovered during a routine mammogram, something she had not had in several years. She had surgery “on the coldest day of the year,” she wrote in the invitation, followed by the “part-time job” of chemo, then radiation.
At the party, she did the big reveal Continue reading A Real Red-Letter, Pink Ribbon Day
Which Jaquandor did a lllooonnnggg time ago.
1. Tell us who the last person that you took a shower with.
2. Tell us about your favorite tee-shirt. Extra points if you show a pic. (We know. What can you do with freakin’ extra points?)
This is one of the T-shirts I got for becoming a Coverville citizen. The model, BTW, is Coverville host Brian Ibbott’s wife Tina. I also like the red one with white text that says, “Not the real thing,” a parody of the Coca-cola message.
3. Has anyone ever hit on you even though they knew you were taken?
Actually, yes, though not in years, thank goodness.
4. Do you plan what to wear the next day?
Generally not. I’m pretty decisive, though, in the morning.
5. How are you feeling RIGHT now? Why?
Hot. The spring went from too cool to too hot in about three weeks.
6. What’s the closest thing to you that’s black?
The computer mouse.
7. Tell me about an interesting dream you remember having.
Continue reading A lllooonnnggg quiz from Sunday Stealing
At some level, I’m not a very nostalgic guy. As Billy Joel put it in Keeping the Faith, and I quote, The good old days weren’t always good. It seems as though, in the US, there are dreams of the 1950s being the “good old days”, represented by TV shows such as Ozzie and Harriet or Father Knows Best, with dad out working all day, with mom home raising the kids and wearing pearls when her husband came home for dinner. It was never MY experience.
The 1950s were a period of the cold war paranoia of “duck and cover”, and an unsettling racial climate Continue reading N is for Nostalgia